- Erotic Poetry
- Monday's Child: My Vanishing Lover
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This is an ode to my part time lover. It's also for everyone who's having an affair. (Somehow the highs always outweigh the lows!)
Monday's child
Is fair of face
A long lean body
And a cock that is ace!
With pert milkybuns
And a fuck of such pace!
Catch him whilst I can,
He'll pass through with such speed.
A kiss, a caress, a whisper.
A grope full of greed.
Thirty minutes
Four times a year.
A nod, a wink, a smile, a leer.
No time for small talk
No time to change gear.
I seize the moment wisely
For he'll vanish without trace.
No word. No sign. No thank you
From this Monday's fairest face.
(And Wednesday's child is full of woe)
- COMMENTS
love24xover 14 years agoYou summed up the feelings we often have as "ships in the night" perfectly! Thanks :)
Anonymousover 14 years agoWhat a gorgeously intense poem; beautiful & a little melancholy & yet bringing a whole range of emotions all in the one read! (I read it more than once) I think you might have/had the same ode-inspiring lover as me -- well, that is before he left, without a truthful word, or single glance-back... c'est la vie eh? & thankyou for the read
William smythover 14 years agoSadly this lament is so true of many relationships. And the gender could very well be reversed.
JustDick2Uover 14 years agoLoved the poem - you have really caught the moment.
I reckon that a big chunk of sex and especially illicit relationships is in the anticipation - so maybe that is why the highs seem to outweigh the lows.
Keep'em cumming
