Thursday, March 16, 2017

AFTERMATH, a poem

          Glorious fried egg I savor
          your unforgettable flavor
          disc of orange and white
          my taste buds soar in flight
          making my day so extra bright

          (Written in March, 2017. I thought I might try writing a limerick, but found it beyond doing at this time. I am not a funny writer.)





Sunday, March 12, 2017

WILDCAT, a poem

           
          Wildcat, what inflamed such desire
          perhaps my naked ready body
          transported you into a female fire

          Memories of the Wildcat you were
          Still stirs my near ancient lingam
          The joy of having made you purr
         
          Your zeal for my source of delight
          Often pulled me from deepest sleep
          For thrilling joinings in our night
         
          The lovely touch of your sweet skin
          Withheld in the years of old age
          Reminds me of what once had been

          (Written in February, 2017)