Loony Lady LoveA Poem by kris reedA quirky love poem using most of the L-words I know (Oct. 2013)Loony
Lady Love Lady Love Libby Lucinda Longing to Live with ya Not Lecherous, Libidinous, Lusty or Lewd? But a Lachrymose Longing without you Lately while Lying in my head all alone Lit acrost my mind, the words to this poem Your Lips whisper in Liberal Laconic moans And Lead me to believe I belong in your home That Latitude and Longitude are all that keep us apart In Lieu of feelings Leaping in my heart But am I Lying in this Latter dream of Lingering touch Because in my heart and my words, I may Love you too much
But here a Lexicon of Ludicrous Litany, to Listen and Lark to Leisurely As I Lathe Loquacious Lyddite Laic Lorikeet cheerily Now Let’s Leer at this Lunatic Lummox from yurt Lane He’s Lathered and Lubricated in Leal Lamented pain We’ll Look through the Lens of Lugubrious Lyre Lair In hopes I’m not a Louse on your Long Linen hair Or a Lump of Livid Lubber Leprosy Or a Leech of Loitering Ligature from Synecdoche But a Lambrequin to your beauty A Laureate to your head so cutesy A Lavish Lapel on your shoulder A Linchpin that makes you boulder A Lanyard around your Lithe Lank frame, Of Lyrics and refrain Let these words be a Legate of my feelings And have them stash your heart with Leavenings Get Lacquered, get plastered On Liquor and Laughter Get Loony, get Lorry To these Lactating Landscapes of glory We’ll Lug our Loot to Lunate peaks And sun our bare Lumped cheeks Lay out on the Links under Linden Leaves And Line fingers down Licentious sleeves Get Lucky or get Lonely, but you must frock As you Lounge in a Lush Lotus Loch Get Lost in this Lifelong Luxuriant tithe As I Labor through your Labyrinth of myth Limber Luscious Legs Lapped in Leather Take off your Laundry, can’t you see the weather? Lotion your Limbs in Lavender Lake Feel your Levity and Liniment Loins rake There’ll be a Luminary dinner with Lava Lamps, Lighthearted Logic and Lumbago dance Latex covered Lackeys will joust to our trounces With Lone Limp Lances and Lethargic pounces I’ll pack a picnic of Lettuce and Lime We’ll have Lobster cooked with Lemon and thyme I’ll Lay out a Locket of Lilac and Lilies And an appetizer of Lemming Llama chili! There’ll be Liver and Leeks rammed In a Lengthy Loaf of Latticed Lamb Then I’ll Ladle you a Load of Limpets and Locusts Liz, we’ll drizzle it with Linseed, now please can’t you focus We’ll invite Larcenist Leprechaun Liars and Lesser Lizard Louts, And there’ll be Loud Lariat Lions with Luring snouts We’ll be Lauded by Lurid Linguist Latin Lemurs And Lifted with the Leviathan’s Lantern Lore streamers Lancet Lobed Gypsies will Lull us in trances To Lose our mind on Lint tied romances We’ll Lacerate the Lid of Laudanum And Loom through the Linteled Library Loft of autumn We’ll have Lentils and Licorice for desert And rush to the Loo when it hurts We’ll spend the evening fighting for the Lavatory Take this Life trip and you won’t end up sorry?
We’ll wash in Limpid Liquids while stretched out on the Loam And screech with Loud Lusty Larynx moans Then we’ll Lick each other’s Lice, Like Lard Lipped belching mice Grow Large, take charge, with the grip of a vice With the Lingering Look of your perfect Left eye We’ll ride home in a Leaky Landau sty Then Lurk past the Loathsome Landlady And slip between Light Linen sheets so shady Lace my heart, Lash my fears, Lasso your arms around me I’m making this Lame Launch and Libel Leap to astound thee, Even though you’re Lightning and out of my League I Labial my Lungs and Lent you this Lorn Lightened Limerick plead I hope to Lucre from you a Legacy and Larder By Linking a Linear Latchet Looped Ledger farther And Locating a Label to your Longevity Ley Show you your mother Lode Littered amongst my play Lo! Remove your Lax Lock and Lightly step to my Local brand I’m Loath to Loan out my Leash to another hand Least I should Learn of your Latent Latched grasp And have to Levy and Lien my heart to a Listless Lapse Last Line, Last Leer, Last Little Lisped Lounge LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLove you deer, but the wait is Lasting so LLLLLLLong Lie and Lay, but not in my ears These L-words I List for you, But Love is all I want you to hear © 2013 kris reedReviews
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