My Secret Admirer – Nineteen
It’s time for this week’s LOVE LETTERS GONE WRONG secret admirer big reveal! This week we did have a winner, so click the trophy to the right for this week’s winning blogger.
Here’s a recap of Friday’s post as well as my response at the bottom. If you’d like a free copy of my ebook take a guess or send a love letter gone wrong to heellisgoa@gmail.com.
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Oh, Heidi, Heidi. Christ almighty,
how I do love thee?
Thy witty prose, thy way with words,
pure amazes me.
I would write for you a poem
if I only could.
But when I think about you
I part turn into wood.
It gets so hard and painful
I can scarce endure.
And in case you’re doubtful,
that’s not bull manure.
It’s not the type of wood with which
I heat my home at night.
It is instead so warm and smooth,
and could give you great delight.
But the miles that lie between us,
so many in their count,
make it so unlikely
that you I’ll ever mount.
My wife would be heartbroken
if she knew to you I write.
But I’ll be thinking of you
when I’m doing her tonight.
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Thank you, kind sir
for your letter to me
that I read many times
while I sat in the tree
outside of the window
that looks onto your bed
and watched you make love
to a woman in red
who called out a name
that I didn’t quite hear
and then something about
something else in her rear
that I assumed meant you’d used
a bit too much force
which makes total sense since
you’re hung like a horse
but when she complained
how it started to burn
all I could think of was,
“When’s it MY turn?”
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