Poem By Jennifer Jenkins

you'd rather be alone,
sitting hard,
replaying how she
seduced you
the night before. you slip

her in between me
and sunday, keep your desire
secret- she's always been
a good traveller.

though I am near,
she is closer
and probably deep-throats
better than I.

oh sweet amber,
I can still smell your perfume
on his lies.

Comments about Amber

Another cracker! Compact-concise and I love the last stanza.. Rogerx.

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