A long time
ago
when I was
a teenager,
I had a
wonderful,
tender-hearted
girlfriend.
She was patient.
I was wide
awake, and green
as a frog.
She said,
don't rub it so
hard, you will
hurt it.
Think of it as
a new toy you
discovered.
It's small, and
you need to be
careful.
It isn't a
pimple that
you are
trying to pop.
I can still smell
her hair, lilacs and
pond water.
And on gentle summer
nights, I hope someone
is being kind to
her love button.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2024 16:51
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Comments7
lol worth reading multiple times. 🌹 🐸
Thank you so much.
This was great, the picture at the top and the continued build up led me down the wrong road. So the ending although it should have been obvious was not, making it all the better. Psyched myself out and that is rare.
Very cool. Thank you.
Beautiful
Thank you
Such true words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
I get the impression you kept your finger on her pulse at least for a while ..
Lol
A bit racy 😳
but cute!
Thanks
You can only hope. And there are dreams to warm the night. A++
Thanks
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