The Ardent Lover and Her Beau
A Thursday Prompt poem
© 2023 by Walter Reimer

Prompt: push
Conditions: About love, and 365 words long


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Her lover came to her one night,
At her invitation, as one should think,
Like her he was from the tribe of mink,
Lean of limb, and of footstep light.

She greeted him with many a soft kiss
As entrance to their lovers’ dinner;
Both wary of being called a sinner
Gossip’s darts loosed, but sure to miss.

She was a fair maid, clad all in fine silk
The rubies at throat and ears outshone
By her native beauty; silk white as bone
Coupled with satin taffeta pure as milk.

Her fur was a smooth and golden brown
As caramel, or bread that’s toasted;
Her mother had oftentimes boasted
Of her daughter’s looks down in the town.

A fine manly lad was he, a spirit full of fire,
His fur black as jet; coal would look lighter;
In school games he was proved a fighter
Such that only the foolhardy faced his ire.

His attire was strictly a la mode
Fitting the fashion of the time
Tailored well to suit the clime
And matching with his gentleman’s code.

A few kisses, a few more, until an even ten
And he escorted her in to their meal
Though their ardor, a mutual zeal
Was banked well, as in a cooling oven.

He seated her as servants came forth
Bearing for them their first course
A platter of oysters, opened with force
Delicacy for minks, for what it’s worth.

As the platter whisked away he did declare
Of his love and his deep passion for her,
Praising her virtues as her parents’ daughter
While she smiled as enticingly as she’d dare.

The banked ovens of their desire blazed hot
When their paws did touch each other
Neither of them sought one wit to smother
Until they did the deed, and with child got.

“Alas!” the minkess cried, “for we must not!
For honor’s sake, and my sweet chastity!”
He agreed, “I know, the problem is pretty
But how is it best to untie this knot?”

The servants were sent away in a rush
The door was locked, and soon from her heard
A muttered imprecation followed by one word:
“Use more butter, my love, - and PUSH!”

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