My Secret of Hide-Away
Posted: November 4th, 2009, 3:17 pm
She was ripe for it--
"I'll kiss your lips
once, then twice or by the by.
Do you find it offensive?
I'll keep polite,
if ever you ask me
to withhold attentions."
He hadn't time for courtesy,
"It's after hours--
I'll not find you've wandered
to someone else."
His chin lifted up strong,
just like his mug shot.
Behind-the-scenes
he placed a hand in her hair,
the other embraced her waist.
There was a swell.
The bar-tender asked him of her,
but he shrugged.
And that was it.
"What are you about?”
went her. Then he said,
"Darling, I'm complicated.
Nothing fancy, let's go,
all the thugs are out."
It didn't matter,
they'd not muck their night.
She with her inveteracy
had arranged a pressed
clover in his front pocket.
"I'll kiss your lips
once, then twice or by the by.
Do you find it offensive?
I'll keep polite,
if ever you ask me
to withhold attentions."
He hadn't time for courtesy,
"It's after hours--
I'll not find you've wandered
to someone else."
His chin lifted up strong,
just like his mug shot.
Behind-the-scenes
he placed a hand in her hair,
the other embraced her waist.
There was a swell.
The bar-tender asked him of her,
but he shrugged.
And that was it.
"What are you about?”
went her. Then he said,
"Darling, I'm complicated.
Nothing fancy, let's go,
all the thugs are out."
It didn't matter,
they'd not muck their night.
She with her inveteracy
had arranged a pressed
clover in his front pocket.