.:Infatuations Greed:.

 This bit; it's is a once in a lifetime hit
The way writ where one can & does take notice
How these lovebirds; how they morphed into host & hostess
Nothing here was bogus. It was a seed pre-planted
Granted. We make mention of “Infatuation’s Greed”
Indeed; at first when they conceived
Believing they weren’t at all ready to concede
Dude & Dudette, more likely ready to scoff off
Into each other tough, but they were playing it off
Avoiding that this could and might be the “real thing”
They didn’t yet grasp the reality of it all
Nonetheless, both committed to family law

For her, she’s thinking…
Maybe their feelings could cause a malady
Bring some problems affecting their reality
So at the very beginning she’s ignoring Kid Rambunctious
But at the same time she herself is getting quite the anxious
Getting those mixed feelings of desire; that
Definitive fire we’ll just label it “The Initial Burn”
And for sure it was having her yearn
Him and his smirks & botanical ways
With her being his favorite flower
Could this be a presentation of The Hour?

Time passes…what’s seen is The Unseen Power

Dude. He just went in and took himself a shower
Ran the water, ran it cold nearly an hour
A few Hail Mary’s, he grabbed a lemon, then bit into sour
Him being thick, needing to get himself a bit narrower
Again he looked out the window, saw nothing but splendor
Saw that fine female of fine lines. She still nice & tender
Once again he marvels at how she’s remained his best fan
Thinking there’s something real nice about the way she stands
On them hips that dip, she places her hands

He’s trying to think but it’s never been about complex plans
Just focus; not giving over to a multiple blink
He didn’t even want to think to wink
But she was thinking; now blinking about what next to do
She could smell his passion and it’s running right through
No falsehood, no lie this was definitely true
They both wanted growth…it wasn’t anything new
To now think back this was silly in such a simple kinda way
Eight kids later…they laugh everyday







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photo: Richa Narvekar