A Plain Poem
I wish to write a plain poem
Straight and to the point
Like when fire is made,
So flames will warm the room.
Chill soon sloughs off walls,
Air heats, and then it stirs.
Tongues risk to tell the truth
While lips lisp it soft and low.
Words do not have to rhyme
And short ones work the best,
Now time, thus spent, just goes
So you will want more times.
Times when pulse is quick
Times when hugs go slow
Times when you must kiss me
To learn if like, means love, too.
I wish to write a plain poem
That speaks just of you and me,
To free your heart and more,
When fire warms the room.
Well, why not, you and me?
Don’t miss this chance at bliss,
When you so stir my fire,
That I shall be your room.
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