You awoke on my paper.

You awoke on my paper.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Your mattress, my paper
in which I drew
my own conclusions.
Some verses under covers
were read succinctly,
others were brushed aside
hurriedly, when things got heated,
and the ink of my love
began to run.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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The sensuality comes through, Andrew. Better watch that ink, though. It's a b***h to wash out. ; )

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Yes especially if it’s tattooed ink lol. Thanks for the smile Kelly. I was really just mucking ar.. read more
mmmm and we are not talking about writing here at all are we?

Or maybe a writing on the skin...let's hope we have enough ink so that we can stay under the covers and not have to go out to the store to buy more.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

I don’t know what I wanted this poem to be in imagery, I just let the flow take me. I wanted the w.. read more
This had a tinge of smart sexuality to it. Very clever play on words.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thanks Sami, not really good at these writes lol.but to play is fun.
Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

Hehehe. You are welcome...

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Added on February 28, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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