Man, that's sad

Jonas Robinson

It seems it doesn't work

The girls don't perk

The perverts lurk 


It's not quite fair

Her beautiful hair

The clothes she wears 


And when it tares 

Through open lairs

Her gentle pairs 


I see, though, in white snow

The bleeding heart below

Whoa Whoa Whoa


And within this agony

My own, her own, the bone

I am glad to see I am not the only one

  • Author: Jonas Robinson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2022 11:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: I know I have deeper bonds than what this conveys. It's just the way I felt at the time.
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 33

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