Poetry

Pretty please

Pretty please with a cherry on top
She said as I gently tucked her in
Her butterfly lashes, like wings that won’t stop,
Fluttered and sent my head for a spin

What should I do now? haunted my mind
Pretty please with a cherry on top
Her eyes had me transfixed, here I was–blind
Like Saul on the road and ready to drop

Helen of Troy, don’t make me your prop
I must resist your pernicious wile
Pretty please with a cherry on top
I cross the Rubicon, ascend the stile

As I lie down, her soft hand in mine,
Her eyelids draw shut, the butterflies stop
Her mouth uncurls into a thin line
Pretty please with a cherry on top

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