Got Milf?

Got Milf?

I wouldn’t mind a sweet sobriquet

Seduction’s easy-isn’t it my pet?

A little lip between bon and mot

Synapses dancing to a twist in the plot

The air is glowing like a sleek cigarette

White hot and whispery words pirouette

And I’m left dangling from your proffered hand

A wish away from promise and land

Riding the rim of night as it falls

I may be the biggest fool of them all

Regret met love and neither would flinch

I haven’t seen either of them since

I’ve shared some blues and a lover’s lament

The lies were white with a lavender scent

Time to caress what passes for dawn

Before she’s bought her ticket and gone

….gone