Foolish Lover
You wore the dress
that I picked out
sexy black skirt
that I raved about
You came to me
as a flower in bloom
I kissed you
when you entered the room
You lifted your dress
I bled out
in my shaded bedroom
you made me shout
Stretched out next to you
I said I loved you perhaps too soon
as you plumed and plumed
I felt like a big baffoon....
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Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2015
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