I have no issue with erotica. I am all for it, in fact. But the success of E.L. James I find to be inexplicable. So I thought I should have a go, from a slightly different angle – in the hope of becoming an overnight millionaire.
Actually I may have posted this silly poem before, in a slightly different form. I doubt that anyone would remember it but I would be awfully impressed by anyone who did …
Heads you win
Tails I lose
That’s the outcome
That we choose
Please tell me, Madam
Of your plans
Now that my life
Is in your hands
This slave to love
Can you not see?
Is your
Responsibility
My hands are tied
I will not move
So what do I
Have left to prove?
The light is fading
Shades of grey
What do I
Have left to say?
I’m suffocating
Out of breath
So give to you
This little death.
Richmond Road 
‘This little death’, I should stress is a reference to the French term ‘la petite mort’ and not anything actually terminal.
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I like your poem
Sweet little poem
A pleasant little love poem
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Thank you Stella. And sweet it was meant to be.
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Always a pleasure!:)
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an interesting poem
the more I read
the more I see
move the blankets
adjust the rope
give us all
a little hope
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Cute love poem – flowed well. 🙂
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I may have said this before, but your rhyming talents are unsurpassed!
P.S. I liked the poem!
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😮
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lol to each their own … no wonder mum moved on!
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Well …. probably not my gig, really. But each to his (or her) own.
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lol poetic license so to speak …
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Beautiful poem, Richmond, not silly at all. You are a very talented poet. I like the different angle you took on this issue of lust, sex and love showing the dark side of it. Well done!
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Gee … thankyou.
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My pleasure.
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I actually think I remember reading a similar one a few months back. But maybe it’s just the power of your suggestion.
It had a nice flow. Unfortunately, it did not rile me up.
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Alas, yes …. not really a poem likely to wind anyone up in any sort of manner.
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