Seven And A Half Hours

Enthralled in his easy chair of desire
He ever slowly unbuttons the night
His wanton fingers fumble to work the zipper
At last, opening up-an uninhibited delight!
He caresses the evenings small talk
While embracing midnights heaving breasts
His hands grasp the moons glimmer-shimmer
As very early morn continues to undress!
He rises again from his easy chair
And proceeds to deep kiss the pre-dawn
With knowledge that desire knows no bounds
When inhibitions are all but gone!
Relishing the tangy flavour of the hours
Of a night and early morning of foreplay
Clearly his piquant predilection
Is exposed to the dawn of new day!

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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