Poetry by Jeff Green


What comes after dark?

by cricketjeff on October 27, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Pity she takes on your frustrated state.
Presenting herself as sex on a plate,
Spreading her body and offering pleasure
You hurry to take her for your share of treasure
Bliss now awaits you, she puts up no fight
But the rest is quite rude so I’ll turn out the light…