Cockfosters… 12 June 12

Paper neatly folded by his coat I by the hording with my tote Subway met every Monday morn Ealing to Cockfosters early dawn he's chique, cool and up ramrod slim at the mid, shoulders broad smiling he warily dismisses dames in brush of days are kindled flames been that way for some time now now past our regular hi-s and how lurch an stagger, in thongy calf nervous giggle leads to a laugh welcome squeeze in morning rush so often now he makes me blush oft my hair blown in his face golden strands he likes to trace sizes me up then blows a kiss coyly smile and I foresee bliss last he eyed and asked me, Yes? Lingering on my shape in silky dress Before I knew I nodded my head Hardly anything after that said Twirled my deck at a longish bell he's so in a dash I can easily tell Weak and trembling at the play I've been a waiting for this day candle flickers at swirl of his coat stepped by his side to cross the moat Thrusty push with a greedy grab Muffled unh at the eager stab Unnh, aaanhh, aahh and grrrrs By downy moons sighs and purrs Languid lie in his arms a while slowly prances in so much style stroking hair and lingering nip sadly I watch him dress and zip original 12 June 12 Islamabad