Her Space

by Gus Jonsson

Friday 19th November 2010 11:21 pm

Oh how I adore her space

With just a trace of grace and favour

Her femininity to savour

Oh how I adore her space

Her secret nook and cranny

Oh how I adore her space

With just a trace of lace and French silk

Her blood red nails and her thighs of milk

Oh how I adore her space

Her space that begs the question

Oh how I adore her space

With just a trace to face the morning

Her eyes closed to sleep dream a dawning

Oh how I adore her space

Her dark deep navel awaits

Oh how I adore her space

Space

◄ Jake (This poem was written for a very dear friend on the loss of her true and faithful friend)

Waiting for 'Big' ►

Comments

Francine

Sat 20th Nov 2010 20:26

Oh how I adore his space...

Tu vois... Je pense qu'on pense pareil. ; )

Isobel

Sat 20th Nov 2010 16:22

Well Gus - what can I say?

Oh how I adore your way of looking at the space theme - only you could do it! This is fun - and life affirming! We are all here for a reason - it's just a question of tapping into the reason that works for us. I think I over-think things sometimes. My next poem will be on rockets that boldly go...
Thanks for putting a smile on my face. x

Ray Miller

Sat 20th Nov 2010 00:19

This reminded me of Robbie Burns, oddly enough.Ode to a Space?

Gus Jonsson

Fri 19th Nov 2010 23:26

Thanx ladies so much... Carole, not only is the tweed refurbished ... but Ive taken care to have my danglements and attached appendage re mastered . Looking forward, as always to our meeting.

Many Thanks once more

Gusxx