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Click hereThe lyrics never made any sense,
but I sang them anyway.
With tubetop and cut-offs
stretched tight over flat lands,
I sang loud the lament
“torn between two lovers
and feeling like a fool”
Soon after you convinced me
to touch tongues I knew we fit
together like the radio.
One day down in the woods you would not
look up from the thin strips of bark you peeled
from the green twig , I swore
“I never promised you a rose garden”
yet there they were,
tight buds dropped in Robert Herrick’s basket.
I remember those songs from my youth ;)
loved your description of peeling the bark from twigs, Your usual attention to detail is what draws me to love your work.
maria
I love the contemporary and historical literary references. This is a great read; full of humour and teasing. Thanks.
This one gives me food for thought and several hours of reading. There's more here than meets the eye and I like it, very much. The only thing I still need to figure out are the stanza breaks. I'll keep reading!
*hugs*
wso
Good poem and nice images. But a little soft and lacked any rhythm that I could catch. It just wasn't poetic in a true sense. Almost seemed story-like. Good idea on the situation! Would like to see more texture to the flow and rhythm.