you'd rather be alone,
sitting hard,
replaying how she
seduced you
the night before. you slip
her in between me
and sunday, keep your desire
secret- she's always been
a good traveller.
though I am near,
she is closer
and probably deep-throats
better than I.
oh sweet amber,
I can still smell your perfume
on his lies.
Another cracker! Compact-concise and I love the last stanza.. Rogerx.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always good thinking of you Jen ,you are a poète.