Without a standard argument
What are we ?
To juggle truth from lies
Remember your smooth sojourn
to Bath
The needless woe
of incensed rage
trumble the Lilies
cheer the Oxford boaters
oh to be English
while the guest speaker speaks
plucked the wax flowers -
to unbutton the beauty
of eternal spring
22.03.16
Our cards are on the table,
All my Aces are face down,
My Poker Face practised, perfect,
In for a penny or a pound?
Now the sweat beads at my temple,
I've misused my Aces High,
By sneaking one off the table,
And pressing it to my thigh.
I am not a cheat by nature,
I would win if I showed my hand,
But unveiling what's deliciously hidden,
Was always part of my plan.
You've got me where you want me,
I unbutton and strip without pause,
'A game well played' you whisper,
'I'll show you mine, since you showed me yours'
........
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
As he unbuttoned her blouse
he soon became aroused
She unbuttoned his shirt
and took off her skirt
He didn't know about her spouse
Then the doorbell rang
It was her husband Stan
He buttoned up his shirt
She pulled up her skirt
he went out the window and away he ran
Tiny glimpse of light
From the corner of my eye.
Shiny shell-pink on ivory silk
Glinting against the grey carpet.
My favourite blouse
Unbuttoned, wrinkled,
In a pile on the floor.
Last night fills the room like smoke.
I climb out of bed on shaky legs,
Stepping over dirty clothes.
The board creaks in protest,
Fighting the unfolding
Like my heaving chest.
With trembling hands, I smooth the silk,
Ironing out the wrinkles,
Careful not to let the buttons snag.
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