Poetmother Requires Artful Seduction Poem by Douglas Scotney

At night in bed
my darling said,
'You're as sweet as ever you were.'

'Your mistress of disguise, '
I replied to his obvious lies.

Giving credit to my reason,
he cooed into my ear,
'All past sweets lie still in you,
my darling, still in me,
and they will have their blending,
and we'll get...
...we'll get...
...we'll get...
...happy ending.'