Another Dear John
Another Dear John,
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes
What feast we’d share on tendril hills
To waft between your thunder thighs
And my lipid pools of chamomile
No (I love you)’s necessary
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes
Embrace my hips with pouted puff
My hour glass of endless want
And neck my kiss with your stubble gruff
A steam so passionate it taunts
No (I love you)’s spoken
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes
I unwind clocks, to give us time
Be quiet, hush, don’t spoil the noise
As we knit our fingers in the vine
Of explosive, locomotive joys
I got the look
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes
When goodbyes fly between the lips
As sunrise falls beneath the day
And you return to your sailing ships
And I remain your molded clay
You mouthed “I Love you”
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes
As your ship becomes the faintest linger
I remove your ring from around my finger
Soon placing it in the bedroom drawer
As I turn to open the downstairs door
Another John comes walking in
To bad this one is your dearest friend
Gaze deep into my Lion eyes, Dear John
Absolute fiction. It never happened. Just imagination at work here.
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