Ode To The Orgasm I Wrote It U Decide Upon It....

How?
Sittin here thinking of what I might have done to set things astray between us two.
Tossing and turning in my bed, waking every few hours.
I dont know what to do.
I grew close to this guy He became the apple in my eye.
How am I not to speak with him and be just with myself?
How can I let him be. Give him space, without hurting myself?
What about that comfort between us.
Understand us, yes. Furthermore, I underestimated us.
I acted unwieldy and became a vex to him. He chose to spurn the sore I grew to be. Resulting into my ravaging pain.
I felt alone , and I had no ardor for waking up.
How can I rinse this unpalatable taste in my mouth?
I have had a lust for moribund flowers to beset on shards of our sentimental segments of feelings for each other.
How could we mend our woes?
Ohh how I yearn to be a wreath to his torso
How?

 

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