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: November 5th, 2025 14:16
- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQqzu0P6uKw Here's a link to my YouTube channel, where I read my poetry from my recently published books: They are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments1
This one has a different feel to it Thomas somewhere between Old teens and Milwaukee.
lol. Thanks
You are welcome Thomas
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