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!
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