Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Gratitude-------Humor

Oh, my love, without you, I cannot breathe,
          That hot am of yours, going up my sleeve!
 
         
          Eternal Father......... what a fine mensch,
          I found that night on the slivered park bench!


          Ouch, the pain, but ah, so sensually groovy.
          We removed them on our knees in gratitude.


          I mean it Father, not as a platitude, days ahead of nothing but him.
          Add tall, frosted glasses, of ice cold, Bombay Gin!!



                               5/17/2021

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 18, 2021 at 12:08 PM Hello Panagiota, LOL thank you for the laughter. Hugs Darlene xx Darlene De Beaulieu May 18, 2021 at 4:13 PM Hello Panagiota, yes we both like it. Hugs Darlene xx Panagiota Romios May 18, 2021 at 1:48 PM Thanks Darlene. You and I liked it... Good Pangie xxoo