She wants to swim
I feel her pulling at my surface
In her cage, stirring
The waters lap to torment her chagrin
Shall I swim with her?
Beside her?
I possess the key, but freely would put you in charge
My offer of freedom to swim
Is to slip my sympathetic fingers
Into the moist
And coax her out
I know her every move,
when to be slow,
when to wait
When to quicken
She responds, yields and spills out into her release
She is the most divine creature to see set free
She would swim as well with you with some training.
Hahaha.....I would never be silly enough to enter a poetry (or running) race with you....but I might go for a swim with you Stevie; -) It's kinda warm lol xxxx
Hahaha.....I would never be silly enough to enter a poetry (or running) race with you....but I might go for a swim with you Stevie; -) It's kinda warm lol xxxx
Great work Stevie an thinking of this topic, pretty amazing. Thank You
you can write a good poem on any topic you want, , , thats the quality in you that i admire the most
Think you've won, Steph. Roobs lives in The Sunshine State. I reckon, up there, she can't trump this without her next 6 months being minus the sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bait to catch the readers? ? ? ? ? Very well then. This is very naughty Stevie. but you have finished it abruptly. You could have stretched a bit further. But anyhow you have succeeded.