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HIS LOCKDOWN LOCKS
My Beloved rocks
in his lockdown locks;
he looks, wild and free,
like Tarzan to me.
I see him swinging
through jungle, calling
he's coming my way
to make the night day,...
..wearing just a thong,
lion skin, on schlong,
to rescue me from
the lockdown boredom.
It turns me on best
when he beats his chest,
gives lusty bellow
that comes from below.
Six feet of muscle
inviting tussle,
hands over his skin
to pull him within.
in his lockdown locks;
he looks, wild and free,
like Tarzan to me.
I see him swinging
through jungle, calling
he's coming my way
to make the night day,...
..wearing just a thong,
lion skin, on schlong,
to rescue me from
the lockdown boredom.
It turns me on best
when he beats his chest,
gives lusty bellow
that comes from below.
Six feet of muscle
inviting tussle,
hands over his skin
to pull him within.
Published 26th Jul 2020
| Edited 27th Jul 2020
Author's Note
Inspired by reading a newspaper interview (feature headed Long hair lifting her love life) with tv personality Amanda Holden who testified to the appeal of her husband's longer grown hair during lockdown at home.
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26th Jul 2020 12:59pm
I really like how you took an experience and turned it into this poem. I wish I could write from someone else’s point of view as well as you Solomon. My favorite line: “Six feet of muscle/Inviting turtle”
Fun read!
Fun read!
26th Jul 2020 10:09pm
This is what I call a brilliant ink spill my wise poet.. for engaging the mental senses
27th Jul 2020 00:51am
