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Unable to concentrate.
Too much clothing inhibits the words,
so the bra hits the door.
Writing words remains elusive.
Words need more -,
so she takes off her dress.
Words start flowing fast,
nipples hang low to touch the desk,
a poetic masterpiece
falls from her pen.
lost in the tinted landscape
losing ourselves in tilted views
light fading from out tainted lives
sky twilight colours
unknown feelings start to come
colours change again
there will be no more warm sun
for the moonlit night has come
Warm sea words move you,
playing sea music on your skin.
Warm seawater takes you;
dream away the sunny day.
Warm sea words call to you,
saying what you dare not say.
Opportunistic
A brief glance at my owner
Hiding in nature
A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake
a naughty paw plays
with the bright blooming roses
mischief in her ways
Driving home from work
The trees have a smoker’s cough
All over the road
A paw in the face;
Wake up! Now feed me!
A sweet, funny face
meowing around the house.
A pushy determined head,
demanding a lap for hours.
A cat at home in Winter;
our home sweet home.
O’er the hills we’ll walk, my love,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
I’ll take your hand; you’ll crush my hand,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
The highlands call to us again
the highlands call to us.
we’ll dance about; you’ll get grumpy and shout,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
C & K 