andrew quinn


Seven Nights A Week - Poem by andrew quinn

Could you do it seven nights a week
Sometimes for longer but not through the week
A question with a grin
A rye answer awaits
Could you do it seven nights a week.

I can see smiling as thoughts pass through
I can hear your heartbeat
As you want it too
Awaiting that touch that will be meek
Could you do it seven times a week

Atlas it sinks in the thought process too
Its time to think the answer
And all the question too
So what was we saying about the night end
Could you do it seven nights a week

So with great thought and answers too
I guess its not possible to answer true
Because if the question was directed at you
How would you read it
And could you do it seven nights a week
Could you share your bed seven nights a week

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 26, 2010



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