Here For The Taking Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Here For The Taking



When the door closed,
she was there waiting,
in the motel room,
I do not know how,
she knew I was going to be here,
Champaign in hand,
two glass near by the stand,
ready for the toasting,
she opened up robe,
wiggle her toes,
then she said I am here for the taking.

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