Coronation. February 20, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.Tags: love, pure and simple
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Midnight.
Outside the wind howls,
An east-bound train on rippling blue rails.
Maroon sheets surround my back, hold me still
As your angel hair traces my meridian, dances across my chest,
Swirls in the candlelight while your warm lips find
Each depression in my man-belly, Oh!
What a delightful turn of fate
To be so lovingly crowned
King of The World!
Little Bang Theory 
very very touching.
Gulp. Is it warm in here?
Good on ya, buddy. Best to you both.
Hmm… Is this poem about the Obama inauguration? Or something else?
I get it! It’s an allegory! Right?
Cuz – Every. Single. Word.
😉
Dr. Z, I’m happy to say that it is indeed about the Obama inauguration.
Why, CR, you can just do it all, can’t you? From cooking to photography to writing sexy poetry! I’m impressed, babe!
Reads very sensual. Your photos have revealed that side of you. What? you didn’t expect this to happen? Fey.
Take time and be happy.
Enjoy, Every. Moment.
And then redo it just for fun.
you blog your photos and they are fine, don’t take photos of this, we know they are fine.
Savour everything. Lucky two you are. Be well, enjoy, love.
Smile, then.
From behind tears of gratitude and appreciation, Thank You, Ladies!
You had better not bring that book with you on the trip.
Tschuss!
Frau B., “That Book” is only “This post,” which I might just bring with us.
But I promise to focus, as it were, on the Task At Hand. 😉
I will not make a scepter joke. No I will not.