Memory of Love
I recall a love in my carefree youth,
oh, he was sexy and handsome and tall;
still have the picture from a photo booth,
would wait breathless for his expected call.
I loved him with an aching surrender,
and I was obsessed with his bad boy ways;
and his kisses were always so tender,
all through the summer heat we were ablaze.
Oh, our lust journey had no tomorrow,
but was wrapped in breathless words erotic;
then, summer ended and I felt sorrow,
he left town and my heart was chaotic.
I will not forget my prince in leather;
though not meant to ever be together.
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June 6, 2020
Poetry/Sonnet/Memory of Love
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