“INSIDE.” a poem a.k.a.: “An Easy Set Of Keys.” Sunday: October 27, 2019
I LOVE TO BE INSIDE YOU, yet NEVERstruggling therein,
For TRUE PLEASURE, it is spicy; turmoil? is a pleasure machine 🤖
That I would just as soon avoid; TOO MUCH can be a plague;
I love to be within you, Dear; I love to hold your leg.
I love a gentle union; itCouldBeHARD, or maybeSOFT,
But it is never contrived, My Love, for playing, it is oft,
Fraught with ex pec tation; easy does it, Hon:
PLAYING + THE EASY DOES IT = WhatIcallFUN.
I LOVE TO BE INSIDE YOU, so we can be as ONE;
I think I see myself in you: Your Holster and My Gun,
Are quite a pair together; sometimes I will withdraw,
But ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE, for a gun is like a saw:
“It’s comfortable WHEN SHIELD ED; you USE; then, putAway.”
I LOVE TO BE INSIDE YOU; yes, Honey, once a day,
Or twice Or thrice IFitIsEasy, but, again, I LOVE TO KNOW,
That we can take it easy; EZ’s how we’ll go,
And let things fall togetherQuiteNice, wherever they might please.
“It just slid in.” Let’s wear a grin , with an easy set of keys.