Key West: The Second Thing to Go (aging in paradise)

My short term, uh…

short term whatever,

is no longer what it

once used to be.

I stick to doing one

thing at a time now.

Why, even with that,

I forget easily;

Like, writing about

my short term, uh…

Whatever it was I

don’t have a clue.

Perhaps, given time,

it’ll come back to me.

Until then, this will

just have to do.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Key West: Naughty Poem (Indirectly Speaking)

I wrote a naughty poem today

about some very naughty things:

what we like to do in private

with leather ‘n hand cuff rings,

Cool Whip, Hershey’s syrup,

hot, sweet desserts that delight;

whipping it all up to a lather,

licking it all off after the fight.

But, I didn’t divulge just who;

no, that would be crazy to do!

How we pleasure one another

remains between me and you.

I wrote a naughty poem today

about two very naughty boys,

the games they play together,

with whips ‘n chains ‘n toys.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Key West: Intimate Conversation

Three cold, burnt chicken legs,

last of the white Italian wine;

romantic table for one, please;

desert at my place, or at mine?

A life of solitude out on the road

needn’t be so lonely an escapade.

As long as one enjoys one’s self,

like tonight, one might get laid.

Here’s a penny for my thoughts.

Why, I’ve a penny for them too.

Does it mean I make two cents,

or do I make no cents to you?

Some of my best conversations

have been like this one, all alone,

over dinner gazing off in space,

gnawing meat right off the bone.

~gj duerrschmidt

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