Be my golden one
inside a 24-hour span.
I’d let you roll up,
if you let me come inside
we could share stories
those pretty kind
that require
some sort of dress up.
I swear you’re just the one
that when we’re all done
with that matter of fact look
it’s only then
we actually begin
the session of sorts.
Inside the coveted hour
the kissing kind
coming slowly of course
you push me down.
Down on bended knee
it’s a joy to look up
to see the pleasure
there on your face.
From down here though,
I can see the clock
time is chasing us,
my golden one,
we need to hurry up
before that other clock
truly catches up.
Dragonfly Poetry 