.5. Expectations Poem by David Threadgold

Her feather-light touch
Over brow onto cheek
A finger to lips
Shows forbidden to speak

A candle lit supper
With ruby red wine
Strawberries for later
When she will be mine

Tempting and teasing
Her sparkling eyes
Suggest something later
She has a surprise

What is she planning?
With patience I wait
And eat every morsel
She puts on my plate

But two dozen oysters
They slithered down quick
Spoiling her plans
Cos I’m feeling to sick


© 2008 David Threadgold
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