Ode to a rugby player
Oh man, if you could only see
The charge of electricity
That courses with my pounding blood
And causes such an obscene flood
Of fantasies to rock my mind;
I wonder, does it make you blind.
You grumble when you here my sighs.
They happen when I see those thighs.
It really does not seem quite just
When only men can show their lust.
Penelope's Poems 
divine words.
loved the flow.
Comment by Jingle — September 27, 2010 @ 3:14 am |
well said – I like the final two lines; indeed, it doesn’t seem fair…
Comment by gospelwriter — October 18, 2010 @ 4:38 pm |
Thank you.
Comment by penelopephoebe — October 19, 2010 @ 3:04 am |
Beautiful words,well written
Comment by Umamaheswari Anandane — October 18, 2010 @ 5:45 pm |
Penelope Darling,
This is so perfect a treat for the Potluck.. very creative and beautiful.. very well crafted.. 😀
happy Potluck xox
Comment by Olivia — October 19, 2010 @ 1:47 pm |
Thank you for such a great comment, Olivia.
Comment by penelopephoebe — October 19, 2010 @ 3:23 pm |
This had me laughing! I loved it!
Comment by Talon — October 19, 2010 @ 3:26 pm |
Thank you Talon. I had a smile on my face when I wrote it.
Comment by penelopephoebe — October 19, 2010 @ 3:31 pm |