Night time stories..

THAT’S A GENTLEMAN, FOR YOU! 😀

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She calls me at ten

Talk to me like men

“Wanna see me now”

I ask her like “how? “

come to my place

She tell me like always

I take my scooter

Hit the road faster

“I am here”, me waves

“You are late!!” she says

Lets go for a ride

She jumped to my side

On the lonely roads we roll

Me finding her lovely soul

She stood by my shoulder

Singing loud and bolder

The joy in her smile

As deep as great nile

Tells me to buy an ice cream

At the sight of a shop, she scream

We had chocolates

Like all soulmates

She then tells me “she will drive”

I told her “i wanna go home alive”

But she took it smooth and nice

We moved like an old mice

To a road that never end

Even if we really meant

Moving like in…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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