my poem titled “Innocence”

life, love, poem, poetry, sex, writing

Innocence is not a prize

A challenge to get between her thighs

Something to be bought with dollars and lies

It’s not a game of hard to get

She doesn’t mean yes when she says “not yet”

Don’t get ahead of yourself and place your bets

She’s not a prude

She’s not giving you attitude

Don’t mistake her reluctance as rude

Don’t mistake her booty for treasure

For gold coins to spend forever

The end of a fruitful endeavour

Because her innocence is priceless

Her heart is bottomless

And her patience is endless



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