I’d like to be your lover
I’d like to take you out to tea
Perhaps one day
To meet your mother
Does this all sound far too twee
We’d writhe and roll
In frenzied
Rampant passion
Cling on; nails engaged
As love’s juices flow
Afterwards a cigarette
Steady now
Can you put a mash on
Slap our thighs
Out loud laughs
Smiles gin sloe
You could see me
In my dorm
From what I hear
(The walls are thin you see)
It’s quite the norm
Come up early
The sooner we can be free
It’s a pipe dream that I know
But pipe dreams
Sometimes have an afterglow
Motorway services
Saturday morning
Mythic garden
Morning dew
Middle-aged
And middle
England
It’s not a crime
Its criminology
To leave
These thoughts sublime
I hope you smile
Before you turn the page
Loud with laughter
Another daft idea
It’s grim up north you see
Another landing stage
Purposefully crafted
Just to catch her
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