When the special delivery stopped?

When the special delivery stopped?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the special delivery stopped?
   Don't tell me
to deliver my love
straight to your door.
 I am no placemat
        on your 
      " welcome"
for you to wipe your feet
after your arousal is gone.
As I knocked again
those words were
only in thought.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 20, 2016
Last Updated on September 21, 2016

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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