Cockfosters… 12 June 12 Poem by saadat tahir

Paper neatly folded by his coat
I by the hording with my tote

Subway met every Monday morn
Ealing to Cockfosters early dawn

he's chique, cool and up ramrod
slim at the mid, shoulders broad

smiling he warily dismisses dames
in brush of days are kindled flames

been that way for some time now
now past our regular hi-s and how

lurch an stagger, in thongy calf
nervous giggle leads to a laugh

welcome squeeze in morning rush
so often now he makes me blush

oft my hair blown in his face
golden strands he likes to trace

sizes me up then blows a kiss
coyly smile and I foresee bliss

last he eyed and asked me, Yes?
Lingering on my shape in silky dress

Before I knew I nodded my head
Hardly anything after that said

Twirled my deck at a longish bell
he's so in a dash I can easily tell

Weak and trembling at the play
I've been a waiting for this day

candle flickers at swirl of his coat
stepped by his side to cross the moat

Thrusty push with a greedy grab
Muffled unh at the eager stab

Unnh, aaanhh, aahh and grrrrs
By downy moons sighs and purrs

Languid lie in his arms a while
slowly prances in so much style

stroking hair and lingering nip
sadly I watch him dress and zip



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12 June 12
Islamabad