Warwick Services on the M40 Motorway



Tea, one coffee,
questions in my eyes,
far from Hatton Café,
answered by new disguise.

Mentioned something naughty,
you prudish and chastising,
were the rope and handcuffs,
just me fantasising?

You’d obviously reformed,
since holding me fast,
a new frothy persona,
dusted dark chocolate past.

Understanding ebbed away,
into large Starbucks mug,
diluted, bland, unpalatable,
tasteless without your touch.


Excerpt from “Of Lilith and Anthony” Poetry Collection by  © Katypoetess



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