Monday, January 11, 2016

Tipi in Sets of Three

Hiding inside and whispering
“You can’t see me”
Under the stars, but no dancing with the stars,
There’s no TV!

Shining lights,
petite, fights in tiny tights.
She got on top like a cop,
but refused to read me my rights.

Outdoors, on an earthen floor.
Practicing baby makin’ with Beth,
soon she’ll be birthin’ more.

Upright triangle, uptight,
I sighed at her angle.
I couldn’t get behind her line,
she quarterbacks for the Cincinnati Bengals.

Took her to the rodeo,
passion out the gate,
bait curvy, yet tame-ful.
Got rowdy, so I roped her around the ankles.


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