To Die For

Until I met my lucious lover I was ambivalent about having another. My last affair was bittersweet. My arcane pain I kept discreet. This one however is quintessence. My desires awoken from quiescent. Although I'm flamboyant, he makes me shy. An intercessor I'll need, I know a guy. He'll tell him how tactile I can be. Sweet, loveable, passionate me. If unsuccessful, I will consume libation. Become an oblation by immolation.

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Janis Medders Tobechi

Date: 11/25/2016 4:48:00 PM

It's great Jean, a 7. Congratulations.

Jean Murray
Date: 11/25/2016 5:43:00 PM

Thank you Janis. This one was FUN!

Arthur Vaso

Date: 10/29/2016 7:31:00 PM

As someone who has died a thousand deaths, I really enjoyed this poem! Very very well written!

Jean Murray
Date: 10/30/2016 2:18:00 AM

Now Arthur, don't you think 1,000 is enough?? You make those of us here who care for your welfare nervous. Especially me, a nurse...

Paloma P

Date: 10/29/2016 4:16:00 PM

Whoa, you really utilized those words full steam ahead! A write full of moxie, you crazy vixen. :)

Paloma P
Date: 10/29/2016 7:21:00 PM

I think you wined and dined on a fella for dinner, literally. ha :)

Jean Murray
Date: 10/29/2016 6:49:00 PM

We were quiet at work today. When I read it out to my midwifery colleagues, we had a good laugh. When they asked me what it was about, I had to admit I didn't know.