Double-entendres

sometimes i get tired figuring out
what you really mean
for yesterday you said you love me
and then we had a very warm night
in bed with dim lights and soft music
and then we curled and licked and
we said we love our connection
and we want this matter repeated
sometime

when we have the time
when we are free again

some other time.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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