the icing on my cake at the end of the day

the icing on my cake at the end of the day

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
"

gotta follow up the sex with some sentiment

"
it's okay
that we each
have our own lives....


we
are never
hampered
by clothes
in hampers,
and dishes
in the sink;
all the things
we think
don't matter,
but do.
by maintaining
a me and you,
you and I
have managed
to stay a
we






i miss you
every day
and if
i had to
guess
i'd say
you are
beginning
to feel
the same
way.


that crave
in the middle
of the day
still wondering
it hasn't
gone away
 ...


you are bent
just the right
way
for me.

your crooked sense
of humour
is only
the start.

you fit me
perfectly
in every
part.





© 2018 Lyn Anderson


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Wonderful flow of words and thoughts. You made me believe every words. It is nice when things fall into a perfect place. Thank you Lyn for sharing the amazing poetry. I enjoyed this one.
Coyote

Posted 10 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Months Ago

Love the ones you pick to peruse. Thanks
Coyote Poetry

10 Months Ago

You are welcome Lyn.
Gotta be love innit........N

Posted 11 Months Ago


Lyn Anderson

11 Months Ago

Thanks. And it still is. That's the best part.:)
Neville Pettitt

11 Months Ago

Told ya..........N
I love the format of your poem, how the words writhe on the screen like bodies on sheets. Once again, another erotic gem to thrill the senses.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

11 Months Ago

Goes to show you what happens in your absence. A long overdue thank you.
Wow I was so immersed in the words I never realised the unique presentation here. This is good in so many ways. I loved the second stanza and the last 3 stanzas the most. The poem in general is really good, it's just that these 4 stood out for me. Love this unique structure of yours, funny thing I actually experimented on the same lines in the poem I posted today. I love this a lot since it affects the senses in more than one ways.

For me there is so much more to this than the seductive and sensual feel. I could also feel that lovely connection and bond shared between the two mentioned here. ^^ This is well executed. Your words invoke some good imagery and interesting thoughts for me. Thank you for sharing ^^ I loved it ^^

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Years Ago

Well thank you very much. I appreciate it. Truth is, it is the way I have always written, a seed of .. read more
That itch that can't be scratched, that passion that stays lit through every day and night....yes, that is what is missing from so many lives. So very sensual and seductive, KL. Good one. Lydi**

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Years Ago

yes, it is pretty special, and maybe even more appreciated when it's never been that way before. :)T.. read more
oooh, sexy....to fit in every way...and not hampered by clothes in hampers or on us...mmm.

yes, that crave that won't go away.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Years Ago

So far yes, and thank you for your read and review.
This is so super to feel this way. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Years Ago

yes, it is. thanks for popping in.
Really nice to feel this way KL.. I especially liked those last few lines.. the "fit"...

redzone

Posted 3 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Years Ago

thank you. nice to see you again. my poor sleepy joe poem is very lonely. :) not enough pizazz I gu.. read more

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