Those Doters
Oh! then let us drain, while we may, draughts of pleasure,
Which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow;
—Lord Byron, To Caroline
Those Doters
I love his eyes
those doters
brown oglers, they
more than hint
unlike the wink
of dreamers
he has an in
my body warms
under his gaze
will he stay the course?
of course, he must
I depend on dusk
or a delightful dalliance
at dawn
or in between
in between
i can’t say anymore
I’ve shut the door
Byron’s women blush
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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