Playing at EaseA Poem by Judy Ponceby
He's a tease, if you please,
He's a tease, if you don't. He draws you in with those beguiling words, and turns them around like a flock of birds. He flatters and charms you, and you let down your guard, Only to find that he's laughing real hard. He's only having fun, a joke at the best, But one of these days, he'll be put to the test. Can he take some teasing, some old-fashioned pleasing? Only turning and seeing his love softly smiling, Quietly knowing, he's host to her scheming. To find she has gotten inside of those walls, and charmed his wicked heart until he falls. © 2011 Judy Ponceby |
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3 Reviews Added on March 20, 2011 Last Updated on March 20, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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