Poetry by Jeff Green


Last minute invitation.

by cricketjeff on April 25, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

At twenty past six the train draws in
I’ve brought her cake with me
Some old Baker’s tricks have helped me win
The race from half past three

A Birthday for Clare with dinner too
This seems a special day
Some gossip to share and steak, will do
She smiles and says OK

We laugh and agree, I drink her eyes
While she explodes in mine
A cider for me is no surprise
And she is drinking wine

Her tellings of lust and men in bed
Are fun to listen to
Sweet teasing a must to fill my head
That’s what she loves to do

It’s over too soon a hug a kiss
I walk her to the door
Just like a good tune my dreamshod Miss
Has left me wanting more

Author notes

The cake was bright pink with a Silhouette of the lady in question dancing on it.