our meetings fewer--shorter;
On top at long last,
let me ride to ecstasy,
until my wetness soaks through
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Cup and Coaster's Ecstasy
Toad's Sunday Mini-challange was to write a love poem between to inanimate objects, so here is my tanka between a Cup and Coaster which I've also combined with the fitting Carpe Diem prompt: Ecstasy.
As days grow colder,
our meetings fewer--shorter;
On top at long last,
let me ride to ecstasy,
until my wetness soaks through
our meetings fewer--shorter;
On top at long last,
let me ride to ecstasy,
until my wetness soaks through
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