voice in the night

the look of sly
in her eye
me just stopping in

the smile of hither
on her lips
left my blood on boil

she said yes
she would go with me
I hoped the best was yet to come

We watched the owls
hoot in the night
but the best was yet to come

the touch the caress the kiss
her body burning mine
my fingers trembling, fumbling

the light that shocked my eyes
the voice the screamed "police"
the best was not yet to come
                                             gs batty

written for Carry on Tuesday


  1. Ha! Ha! Guess that was not the voice in the night you were hoping to hear!

  2. Too, funny, George! You've done it again!

  3. Oh dear! Not what you were hoping for.