Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Never Merry

She is one use,
Fun and loose,
The one to date
And to make merry;
Dilly dally,
Rave and rally,
Quite convenient,
Awfully lenient -
If you feel lust,
She is a must.

Then,
When you are done
With your fun,
She is a quick discarding,
And an easy parting
(For you, at least -
She cries and weeps).

But you are not to blame
For her dear heart's halt.
They would think the same -
After all, is it your fault

She is one use,
Fun and loose -
The one to date
But never marry?

1 comment:

  1. Tossed around,
    Passed with ease.
    Not a sound,
    She's meant to please.

    What a desire.
    What a want.
    She is here to flaunt
    As we hold her over the fire.

    Burning bright,
    She's a flame.
    What a pleasing sight
    It is to pass the blame.

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