Gin and Tonic Magic
Was making dinner for my honey, mine.
I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme.
He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!”
Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime.
That softened him and he softly whispered,
“Well, I guess after all, it’s no big crime.”
He was my love, so invitingly delicious and ever so sublime.
A peek for you, into my love-life’s, poetic summertime!
7/22/2022
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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