Vanilla
The phone dinged
as he passed,
lit up;
it was hers.
He didn’t mean to look.
“LOL, you are so mean.”
the message said.
Above which;
“NGL, he’s sooo vanilla.”
In response to;
“what’s he like in bed?”
He hoped it wasn’t
about him
and hoped it was.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment