how I loved thee
with your full fresh flesh
your breasts like watermelons
succulent and sweet
it looked for a minute you'd found
your first mister...but you ran away
to your abiding sister and there you'll stay
sweet succulent lesbo
frightened by a switch-hitter...
who (if truth be known) lied
through his teeth like he did
with other loves...just to taste
that sweet flesh and forget for a moment he was done...
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