Dots.... Redux.....
Connect the dots,
She so hots,
Knows her likes,
Knows her nots,
She so hots,
Her skirt he hikes,
His heart she gots,
Her smile besots,
Her bottom delights,
Her whisper oh zikes!
Tickle her feets, she goes "oh yikes!"
Hugs tight, likes it a lots....
Yeats, he is, decidedly, nots,
Poetry for ONE,
Is all the fun,
The audience, Dots....
and "Dot's" all that matters.....
Connect her dots....................
..........And dally twixt her folds
and blooms..........
Connect her dots...................
~Veritas
A collection of short stories, personal musings, poetry (just a non poet's efforts, be kind...) perhaps a photograph or three... I hope you enjoy and please, leave a note, a link or best of all, a comment.... ....do join in, become a blog follower, you never know when I might actually say something witty or God forbid, profound! My fondest hope, that the unsaid pleasures are found in the words and images I have crafted for you...you....
Sunday, September 29, 2013
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