Whistles of the W****s

It was a widely drunk night,

Shapely w****s looking absolute bright

In their perfect ghostly height,

Dingy, dark lanes, moving fast, out of sight

Did you really know, what is wrong and what is right?

So neither had goose-bump, nor had fright,

Celebration of sex ended in a sinful fight,

Our unconditional love that finally won over their boasted might

While we could only see each other in the sudden flash of light.

In the morning they know well, we will keep our lips tight

And blow our whistles in the terrible plight.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Nice Creedence Clearwater Revival type work. reminds me of something from the 70's

[joshua deathdealer]

I enjoyed this. The images flowed smoothly and the feel was real. Well done.

[SUGATA M]

Am not a poet, enjoy not much to pen those poetries, tried here to juggle with words ending with 'ght'.