{"id":4818,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:24","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=4818"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:45:34","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:45:34","slug":"midwinter-heatwave","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/m-poems\/midwinter-heatwave\/","title":{"rendered":"Midwinter Heatwave"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Midwinter Heatwave<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on November 6, 2010.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nWhen Rosie Midwinter gets keen on a man<br \/>\nShe doesn&#8217;t play footsie or flirt with a fan.<br \/>\nYou won&#8217;t see her moping, or drowning in sighs,<br \/>\nShe marches straight over and stares in his eyes.<\/p>\n<p>The words that she whispers aren&#8217;t soppy and sweet,<br \/>\nShe won&#8217;t twist her fingers or shuffle her feet.<br \/>\nHer voice may be quiet, but firm and direct;<br \/>\nShe lets a man know what he needs to expect.<\/p>\n<p>For Rosie Midwinter won&#8217;t ever waste time,<br \/>\nShe thinks all that nonsense a terrible crime,<br \/>\nAs soon as she&#8217;s spoken their lips are engaged,<br \/>\nAnd they won&#8217;t be parted until she&#8217;s assuaged.<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;ll ask for a drink, or she&#8217;ll get one for him,<br \/>\nAnd something to eat if she&#8217;s hit by that whim,<br \/>\nThey&#8217;ll sit down to drink, and she&#8217;ll start to explore<br \/>\nThe depths of his dreams and the treats still in store.<\/p>\n<p>The air soon gets heated, intentions are clear,<br \/>\nHis last inhibitions will soon disappear.<br \/>\nBefore clumsy fumblings start showing her wares,<br \/>\nYoung Rosie Midwinter takes her man upstairs &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Midwinter Heatwave by cricketjeff on November 6, 2010.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved When Rosie Midwinter gets keen on a man She doesn&#8217;t play footsie or flirt with a fan. You won&#8217;t see her moping, or drowning in sighs, She marches straight over and stares in his eyes. The words that she whispers aren&#8217;t [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9728,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4818","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4818","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4818"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6689,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4818\/revisions\/6689"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}