As fingers trace across her curves
And seek to wipe away her frown
I find that fate throws awkward swerves
No Finty! get down!
We slip away from prying eyes
To where our passions will allow
But find another rude surprise
No Finty! not now!
As clothing slips away from skin
And lips remove remaining doubt
One last impediment to sin
No Finty! get out!
The final congress seems in sight
Our bodies ready to attach
Annoying sounds delay delight
No Finty! don't scratch!
At last we find the way to play
And all of life becomes a lark
But then he wrecks another day
No Finty! don't bark!
No sterner chaperone exists
But I've found how to scratch the itch
A gift to beat his wallflower twists
Yes Finty! a bitch!!!
Author notes
The problems encountered when seducing Bumpy (Moonbumps to you)
For enlightenment read her poetry
A contest entry
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Comments
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Did you hear me laughing tonight?
Finty enjoyed this read too and she says she's up for anything-male or female!!!
Yes-she gets very jealous if left out of anything especially when Phil and I fancy a canoodle!!
Many's the time we have had to 'exclude' her from 'things'.....say no more!
Finty! Don't do that!
xxx
Bumpy xxx
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A lovely sensual poem that I'm sure she'll love and will probably say under her breath when she reads it "ain't that the truth!"
A fun read and I wish you all the best.
Sue
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