Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

A Preposition Proposition

A Preposition Proposition

©2010, Olan L. Smith

I

Move

Toward;

To,

About

And upon,

Surrounding

Her scrumptiousness.

Running

My fingers

Amid her locks

Of gold below—

My tongue touches

Her saltiness

And

She beckons

With her inner way,

Saying — "Upon me lay,

Enter within and reside

Until I come with passion,

Then, recline beside me.

My dear,

Rest your hand

Between my loins

And touch

My passion;

Do not hide

Your desire for me,

And oh,

When you are

Finished;

Honey,

Toss out the trash."