Sophia Valentina Poet Rhyme

Another Sleepless, Sexless Night

Close by my side,
slept sound through the night,
a form fine as wine 
wrenching rich with all might.

And his eyes – blue lagoons! 
like two watery moons,
won’t neglect to protect 
as fast over me loom.

But love perplexed will follow next,
as by his act, my soul left vexed…
or lack of act is the matter of fact!
as he pushed me aside for a night of no sex.

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Painted Hunter March 18, 2014 at 1:09 PM haha...ok, this one caught my eye. Yea, I've been guity of pretending to be absorbed in a book or "too tired"...or say, "ummm...maybe later." This was funny! Thanks

Andrea Dietrich February 21, 2014 at 7:56 PM Sexless in Seattle? I just HAD to see this poem with this fun title, and I was not disappointed!! Sophia Valentina February 22, 2014 at 9:50 AM Thanks, Andrea! We women aren't the only ones who get "headaches" :)

Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 6:20 PM OMG YOU MUST post your "Inert she lay beneath the shore" piece. I forgot the name but you have to post it. I am DYING to read. I can almost recite the whole thing in my head! But I still want to read it.

Mark Peterson February 14, 2014 at 7:05 PM A dread feeling, as one lies, frozen and vexed, waiting for the hormones to dissipate and subside. An excellent poem. Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 6:21 PM And she ain't kiddin' lol ;) Sophia Valentina February 15, 2014 at 6:59 AM Thank you, Mark. A woman undesired leaves a woman scorned... :)

Just That Archaic Poet February 14, 2014 at 4:51 PM Every bit as enchanting as the first time you read it to me. Still one of my faves.

Johnny Rhinem February 12, 2014 at 5:18 PM † Lost Within His Own Eyes His Voluptuous Vixen Once More, Left, To Tame Herself...While As He Dreams Of Fields In Gold Chasing Whippoorwills Swirling Amid The Frosted Glass...'Love Perplexed:' One Day He'll Wake Up, Sweet Beautiful Sophia ˜ Keep Brushing ˜ My Love, Always, John Sophia Valentina February 12, 2014 at 8:56 PM "love perplexed"...heavy sigh.

Tim Smith February 12, 2014 at 3:51 PM You had me then it ended with a nice laugh...Great piece Sophia......Tim Sophia Valentina February 12, 2014 at 8:54 PM Thanks, Tim...:) Glad it made you chuckle.