Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: I Can Make Your Dreams Come True

©I'll Make Your Dreams Come True

Mona Arizona

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Hey, Babe, can you spare me some time

I've had my eye on you, that's surely not a crime,

In your new suit you're looking so smart and brawny,

Hey, Babe, give more than an hour to me.

The scent of your cologne states you're pedigreed;

I'll give you hint, I think you'll succeed,

'Cause it's pulling me in, yes, it's drawing me to you,

And every thought I have  is of our rendezvous.

Meet me upstairs in just a minute from now;

In less than an hour, I will show you how.

Give me your hand and I will show it to you—

One horizontal dance, I'll make your dreams... come... true.

I'm the kind of girl who likes to play hard to get;

But in my knowing hands, there's nothing you'll regret.

Look at your silk shirt, such elegance, such class;

You're as handsome as the love gods, my dreams you surpass.

Take off your clothes dear, let me see the skin of the man.

You're smooth, but I'm seductive and I have a plan.

You're drawing me in like a lodestone to you;

Forget about the hour, I'm going to need a day or two.

I'll be the smoke from your fire

Smoldering, endless desire;

How long will our flame burn?

—— —— ——

In our first dance I'll make your dreams come true,

You know I can, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo,

All it will take is just a day or two;

Let me show it to you.

And if it takes a little longer?

Babe who cares?

I'll be the smoke from your fire,

Smoldering, endless desire;

How long will our flame burn?

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: Come Back To Bed

©Come Back To Bed

Mona Arizona, October 2014

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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There you stand in the doorway

smiling at me like nothing happened

come back to bed

come bother me

There you go putting me first

you speak my name, say it again

come back to bed

come bother me

There it is so obvious

there is no antidote for us

come back to bed

come bother me

There can be no compromise

if you want inside more than my head

come back to bed

come bother me

There are those oblivious

to the secretive winks that we share

come back to bed

come bother me

There is your invitation

can you feel that there's no place like home

come back to bed

come bother me

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Never Concede

©Never Concede

Mimi Wolske

October 2014

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One flip flop,

discarded, lost,

defiant, in the sand

near the water, like a

recycled-Ipanema-

sandal-made-

famous-by-the-

seductively- blissful-

bossa-nova-rhythms-

from-the-1960s

casualty of a

manufactured battle,

points its open toe

towards concession