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INTO THE BED..CLIMB
(Partly inspired by PoetSpeak's "I wonder if she still thinks about me", a prequel.)
Into the bed they both did climb,
There to make love for the first time,
An act to which foreplay did prime
After sensuous, shared, bathtime.
The snobbish might call this a crime;
He was a son of toil and grime,
Who'd started life without a dime,
Made his living clearing out slime.
She rich in funds and grace sublime.
He was beer, she lemon-and-lime.
They'd met in New York's vibrant clime;
First date was Broadway pantomime.
With each other their hearts did chime,
Their lives found their reason and rhyme.
Into the bed they both did climb,
There to make love for the first time,
An act to which foreplay did prime
After sensuous, shared, bathtime.
The snobbish might call this a crime;
He was a son of toil and grime,
Who'd started life without a dime,
Made his living clearing out slime.
She rich in funds and grace sublime.
He was beer, she lemon-and-lime.
They'd met in New York's vibrant clime;
First date was Broadway pantomime.
With each other their hearts did chime,
Their lives found their reason and rhyme.
Published 7th Mar 2016
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7th Mar 2016 5:52pm
I like it. Tells a nice little story. I wish it had more eroticism. I have written a few poems like this ... where I try to write as many verses as possible that rhyme. A fun way to break out of the poetic rut that I get in sometimes.
