Nice Books
There’s never any sex in nice books,
No writhings until break of the dawn,
There’s never any sex in nice books
They leave that for works of soft ****.
In nice books they go out to dinner
Having been introduced by friends
Shake hand goodbye at her door
When that fateful first date ends
They continue to see each other
The way people in nice books can
Building a romantic scenario
Average young woman and her man.
And then she invites him home
After a night in too many bars
And, as nice books usually do
A page is broken by a line of stars.
The next scene is eating breakfast
And yes of course he stayed the night.
From the course of the conversation
You gather everything went just right.
You use your imagination in nice books
No moans and writhing until dawn
If you want a more explicit picture
You’ll have to progress to soft ****.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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