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sexual love
Sexual love
What do you do when your lover is a thief?
What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure
she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her
honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn
was a giver, but what could I do?
She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often
left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did
despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and
expensive restaurant.
Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked
down by a speeding car, the one I had sold.
With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried
I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression
because no one had done it as good as her.
What do you do when your lover is a thief?
What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure
she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her
honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn
was a giver, but what could I do?
She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often
left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did
despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and
expensive restaurant.
Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked
down by a speeding car, the one I had sold.
With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried
I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression
because no one had done it as good as her.
Published 4th Sep 2016
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4th Sep 2016 9:39am
4th Sep 2016 12:26pm
brilliant poetry, many hidden gems as being knocked down by the car you sold, too coincidentally to be coincidental?, good and less good memories mashed up in a rich smorgasbord of bittersweet love, lost forever, isn't better to know love and be hurt (even by an elegant petty thief) than never to have known love at all?
4th Sep 2016 3:00pm
Sometimes, sex is the only way to externalise how deeply one can love the object of their affection. Nothing, is far more intimate, and deeper than that. However, that's the way I feel about sex and love. Sex, isn't just about the pleasures of the flesh. it's much deeper than that.
It is understood that not everyone shares the same perspective.
Alarm bells would've been ringing when you sold your car, for absolutely nothing ! Luckily, she wasn't dancing to the tune of wedding bells chiming when you felt the polarising opposite about her, deep down. No doubt, you would've been planning her swift demise. Sounds like she was a little too high maintenance. Hopefully, the wreath wasn't made of dead flowers...
It is understood that not everyone shares the same perspective.
Alarm bells would've been ringing when you sold your car, for absolutely nothing ! Luckily, she wasn't dancing to the tune of wedding bells chiming when you felt the polarising opposite about her, deep down. No doubt, you would've been planning her swift demise. Sounds like she was a little too high maintenance. Hopefully, the wreath wasn't made of dead flowers...
