…Erm…George Clooney?
Brilliant, ST…it’s like you go into another world…when you write your poems…a very special gift …
Mrs LD is fine thank you but I’m after one of those internet lover people. :-p
Apologies Tabs. I should have said earlier that I thoroughly enjoyed your poem. I’m sure we have all felt like that about someone at some point.
Ooooooooooooo… I’m not saying. :-p;-)
What a lovely comment, Pauline, thank you!
Behave yourself, Rascal!
Thank you.
Its needs sorting, who wants to be a lover, and who wants to be a fighter, made more difficult since Michael departed.
Michael???
Take no notice, he’s having one of his funny turns again, Tabs.
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You are missing the Music and Lyrics as usual.
It has to be done.
Some folks have no sense of musical history, where, all the information is contained.
A beautiful piece of music.
There’s nothing at all beautiful about Jackson!
The Music transcends the person, and the Media, and the Bonkers.
Erm . . I beg your pardon, but we’ll have no bonkers in here thank you very much.
Yes, bad choice of inference.
Diluted the sentiment.
Ah, makes me wonder how many others have had a “weak moment or two” when interacting with someone on these forums. How is it our imagination heats up at random moments? So much for reality…
Really fine poem, ST. You are very talented.
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Here’s my own version of an internet lover
For Us old Sages
I must have reached the biblical score
When she walked through that sparkling door
She looked and smiled and I smiled back
It was then I knew I had been ‘hacked’
She asked me if we’d met before
And I fell hook, line, sinker on the floor
I offered her champagne on ice
With tears she said ‘ you’re very nice’
The room just vanished in a haze
I’d become a man half crazed – half crazed
We talked of places we’d both seen
Yet had never met through lovers screen
We lightly dined and talked so briefly
And then she said so very neatly
‘I think it’s time to talk some more
Perhaps behind a firm closed door?’
I gulped and thought this can’t be true
As we stepped in the ‘rising box’
She gently nuzzled up real close
And I could hear the ‘time bomb’ clock
The key seemed to appear as from nowhere
And it wasn’t in my hand for sure
There was a rose scented glow that built up from real slow
And I knew that I was through heavens door
She beckoned me sit on the chaise lounge
As she poured out more champagne on ice
Then she pushed me real slow and I went with the flow
And lay back thinking this could be nice!
I must have closed both my eyes for a minute
But it seemed hours had passed
When I came to I was nude and felt that was plain rude
To continue without being asked!
But as she hovered around and behind me
Her eyes had a way of making small talk
Then she said time for bed, and like a lamb I was led
To the slaughter I was religiously brought
I lay on the bed like the ‘bismark’
all sails had been fully unfurled
as I prepared to up anchor, she said " oh what a w…r"
and flew atop of me with an ‘albatross whirl’
I confess I have tried many positions
but never an ‘albatross whirl’
her arms turned to wings-I could hear angels sing
as she nibbled my neck - what a girl
she purred “be still my darling -I’ll fix you”
soon get back the wind in ya sails
I must truly confess I was not feeling my best
and my reasoning power had failed
and then if struck by some lightning
a thunderbolt pursed through my veins
my eyeballs did spin - I felt like ‘heavenly sin’
I thought is this pleasure or pain?
I closed up my eyes in exhaustion
it seemed for a minute or two
but when I awoke the morning had broke
and the ‘albatross’ flown the coup
© gumbud
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That’s brilliant 