Poetry by Jeff Green


A sonnet for two voices

by cricketjeff on March 3, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

A perfect figure with a perfect face
The poetry he whispers as we dance
The target of a most exciting chase
The way he speaks I didn’t stand a chance

He said my singing voice was like a bird’s
Her curves I want to kiss and touch each day
He peeled away my clothes with loving words
I found the perfect part of her for play

The way she looks there’s nothing I can do
The way he speaks I simply can’t resist
Her lips meet mine I enter right on cue
With words like his I never could desist

I’m really making love to just his voice
The way she looked I really had no choice

Author notes

He sees her, she hears him but they both get to feel OK!