Do you want my quiver?
It's fine like Bordeaux wine
What is it they say?
No wine until it's time
Do you want my quiver?
It begins with just a purr
Pet it long and gently
Like a starter it will turn
You'll initiate my quiver
as the engine roars along
Till finally the explosion
The quiver ignites the bomb
"to each their own" happy
"to each their own" happy quivering to you, Amy <3 Nice writing. I love the format.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "