I love it while
it sleeps–smiling,
wet with tea;
dreaming dormouse dreams.
I tickle its downy fur.
And it laughs and
moans softly.
I want to put it in
my pocket and
carry it everywhere;
take it out on
lonely autumn nights and
play with her until
she’s exhausted,
relaxed and rested,
content and lost in my
fingers and in my heart.
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Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.
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Subtle. YES. Erotic. YES. Have something to do with a dormouse. Maybe. 😉
lol. Thanks.
Oh, this is exactly how I take a bath at the end of every day!
And then the children rush in, dumping mice in the tub!
If it were not for your pic, I would have had a completely different take on this rodent epic – but you do have a way of putting a twist in every rat’s tale
Lol. Thank you so much. You get it.
Lost in your fingers. Erotic is the word. Very good
yes. Thank you.
Soft-porn erotica at it’s finest. Nice work here.
yes. lol. Thank you.
I love this!
Thank you. The dormouse is a symbol for something else. lol
So I gathered – now that’s an original expression for it!
lol
Beautifully penned, Thomas. Into the book it belongs! Nicely done my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you.