Lock It Up
I stare at those locks oh so red
Flame buoyant hair's rare on a head
It's your special spice
That to touch would be nice
But I'm stuck with the wife till I'm dead
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment