Mine When Fresh
You took it!
I don't want it any more.
You can't bring it back...
To attach as if not disconnected.
It's been infected,
By rejection and remorse allowed.
It was mine when fresh,
When selected and inspected.
I broke it in!
Remember when that happened?
Remember when it popped?
And I craved and could not stop!
You took it!
I don't want it any more.
You can't bring it back...
To attach as if not disconnected.
It's been infected,
By rejection and remorse allowed.
It was mine when fresh,
When selected and inspected.
I broke it in!
Remember when that happened?
Remember when it popped?
And I craved and could not stop!
I can not believe,
You shared my cherry!
Leaving me in the 'pits'...
Where I choose to sit,
Reminiscing how I made you groan.
I do not wish to hear your version,
Of an excursion meant just to tease...
Pleasing another on 'loan'
Because you say you missed my moans!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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