Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Sparkling Repartee


“Sparkle between clean sheets –
intention here
second thoughts defeats.
Such charm disarms, my Dear,
succulent treats, -
invitation clear.
Form, face, one seldom meets
combined with cheer, -
past loves deletes.
There are none weary here
life’s game completes
its course till bier.”

“Bright sparkler shining clear
between the sheets
might bring date near.
Gold ring heartstrings completes
gilt edge sincere,
no guilt defeats
intentions which, sincere,
help ends meet. Sweets
enhance, my Dear,
your itch for sexy treats,
etched diamond here
for love competes.”

Submitted: Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013

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(11 October 2005)

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