I can not count
The amount
Of girl’s bare feet
That have passed
Before my glass.
Time depletes
Us all.
Then we fall
Into a bed
Where all
Lust is dead.
I can not count
The amount
Of girl’s bare feet
That have passed
Before my glass.
Time depletes
Us all.
Then we fall
Into a bed
Where all
Lust is dead.
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Many thanks for the share, Michael.
Very thought provoking, and also funny! Thanks, Kevin! Enjoy the day! xx Michael
Many thanks for commenting, Michael. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. You also, enjoy your day.