Love on a Platter
A musical poem
The phone rang and her voice
shimmied into my ear.
Every bone in my body
begged her to come,
Lay It Down On Me.
I wasn’t shy in my request.
A recent breakup made me the
rebound — implored her to
Guess Who Loves You More
and she didn’t hesitate.
My mind ached; the time we spent
was cut back, we became
Distant Lover (s) before we
could ever be friends.
Lovemaking was a pastime to
explore 'Til The Cops Come
Knockin’.
She'd never been thrown into
a world of wonder without
a ploy behind the scenes and
I had to Take My Time,
Do It Right.
Deflowered at midnight in
a bed of pillowed trust,
her heart was the key to my
boarded up walls.
I looked at her and whispered,
"You're So Beautiful."