a posh sonnet
A posh sonnet
She had a posh voice of the kind I used to hear
when listening to BBC, a voice of authority that
didn't like to be gainsaid
When I met her in the Algarve I was impressed
by her voice first, it was later I noticed she was
generous with her physicality
We became lovers, for her sex was a hot topic
she clung to the act like one worried if she had
an illness called nymphomania
Not that I minded, she didn't live near me house
but when I learned she had a harem of lovers
I reluctantly set myself free.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2025
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