Finally
Finally we were alone
Bridesmaids; best man all gone home
We eyed the gifts piled on the rug
Bill looked at me, I gave a shrug
Tomorrow would be soon enough
Tonight we'd focus just on us
And like a flame that grew and grew
Our burning kisses did ensue
And soon our clothes were tattered rags
Phone ringing, door bell; distant nags
Somehow our room we gained at last
Observed by just the mirror glass
And though you'd like to know much more
Friend, this is where we shut the door
RETA PRUITT
August 23, 2016
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