he
likes his martinis
shaken
not stirred
epitome
of cool
he
had me before
even
saying hello
for
fun we teleport
across
blue skies to
exotic
places from sandy
beaches
to metropolises
it
was just a fantasy
but
an ordinary girl
can
still dream
- Written for
dVerse Quadrille #99-Poems Stirred, Not Shaken, my ode to the debonair character known as James Bond. This is also my 500th post for this blog. I never thought I get here when I started this poetry blog back in 2016. Yet here I am. Thanks to all who have read and commented on my posts throughout the months and years. I thank you all for your continued support.
