He always said 'Yes'
A button undone revealed more than a book
The preface, a chapter, wrapped up in one look
A heated page turner, no words need be said
Save perhaps 'Drop dead gorgeous,' a hidden subtext
She played him with ease like a fish on a line
Slow, but still needy, one treat at a time
Did he know of her wiles, her aim or her guess?
Oh, I think that he did, for he always said 'Yes'
He waited and waited as gentlemen do
As button by button the nearer she drew
This page it might end here if not for the fact
That love is a virtue, what you give you get back
One night when the moon rose late in the sky
She gave in completely, no need to ask why
Tired of a snail's pace, weary of wait
She fumbled a button and tore more than eight
©Joseph G Dawson
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