Give Me Two Weeks of Notice

What kind of lover do you think of...
That hovers for you to pick?
One selected and delivers you bliss.

What kind of lover do you think of,
With a wish that lifts...
You up above the clouds,
To sit among the stars.
That orbits around Venus...
And dismisses Mars.

How copasetic is that catch,
That heats your panting breath...
Once a kiss connects.
How close to perfect do you wish it?
Should it be magical and mystic.

Like a dotted 'i' that keeps effective.
Do you wish us to be like this?
Like bees buzzed up in honey...
Is this the fix you wish?

What kind of lover do you think of,
With a wish that lifts...
You up above the clouds,
To sit among the stars.
That orbits around Venus...
And dismisses Mars.

What kind of lover do you think of...
That hovers for you to pick?
One selected and delivers you...
Unresisted bliss?
Copasetic and magnetic...
In a bliss as wished!

I need to know this!
Give me two weeks of a notice.

What kind of lover do you think of...
That hovers for you to pick?

I need to know this!
Give me two weeks of a notice.

What kind of lover do you think of...
That hovers for you to pick?

I need to know this!
Give me two weeks of a notice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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