Restless and bored. What to do?
Plant more vegetables? No, I have grown tired of the garden.
In summer's heat it withers even now. Squash is through.
Take a mistress? Clearly my heart would harden!
A clandestine lover, a terrible sin! Even so, in desire I want her still!
Why should she want me? Sex only fleeting, and where is the time?
Wickedly good, it would make me grin despite relationships kill.
Even now, conscience pricked, I can taste you, sweet and tart a delicious lime.
Nothing everso quenching as the taste of love...Good to see you on-line.Bill.... there be no rust on you, my friend...Beautiful work, as always from you! FjR
Nothing everso quenching as the taste of love...Good to see you on-line.Bill.... there be no rust on you, my friend...Beautiful work, as always from you! FjR
A clandestine lover, a terrible sin! Even so, in desire I want her still! this is a very cool line. i liked this a lot.good job. Crystal
Not what I expected from the title Its many years since I visited San Antone but Key lime pie is a favoured memory. Our english summer has disappeared under rain clouds this year
Very light hearted and provocative. And very well written as well. You are a fine wordsmith. As always, Sandra
William, I like this very much, sensual, passionate and agreeing with FJR. Great work! Lilly :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oooh! Continuing the semi-metaphor all the way through. Neat, provoking work.Good to see you writing again, it's been a while as I recall. t x