An old man, heated loins,
shrunken, and no use.
A good time? Forgotten.
Oh, for a good fuck!
Laughter stings.
Longing for sleep.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2024 16:12
- Comment from author about the poem: It has been too long.
- Category: Erotic
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Comments2
Speak for yourself, son............
(cf 'Tissue Paper Hearts', with trepidation) 🤣
laughter stings?
Sometimes.
truly, everything gets blurry
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