Back Then
I came to want to taste your toes...
Back then!
I came to want to see you bare,
Often!
I begged to kiss your lips.
And mine never resisted.
Today I see your hips have spread.
And just before I go to bed...
I pray you are sleeping,
So my weeping...
You will not hear,
As I fantasize instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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