05-05-2013, 02:16 PM
s2 lines 3 & 4...just ain't right, help please!
Fingers flail the lining of my
purse like a caged dove’s wings.
I’ve forgotten my keys again.
He has never forgotten his.
Pulling me close by a handful of hair,
I know he is fresh from a fling,
wisely I keep a poker face,
running short on lies myself.
From the patio, the hot tub invites us.
Dropping my frock, I slip in.
Steamy ghosts float in the mist,
flipping soggy pages of the Kama Sutra.
Fingers flail the lining of my
purse like a caged dove’s wings.
I’ve forgotten my keys again.
He has never forgotten his.
Pulling me close by a handful of hair,
I know he is fresh from a fling,
wisely I keep a poker face,
running short on lies myself.
From the patio, the hot tub invites us.
Dropping my frock, I slip in.
Steamy ghosts float in the mist,
flipping soggy pages of the Kama Sutra.