A long time
ago
when I was
a teenager,
I had a
wonderful,
tender-hearted
girlfriend.
She was patient.
I was wide
awake, and green
as a frog.
She said,
don’t rub it so
hard, you will
hurt it.
Think of it as
a new toy you
discovered.
It’s small, and
you need to be
careful.
It isn’t a
pimple that
you are
trying to pop.
I can still smell
her hair, lilacs, and
pond water.
And on
gentle summer
nights, I hope someone
is being kind to
her love button.







That button is crazy cool, sometimes to abuse is to show attention or to neglect is to show attention. Tight one dude
Thank you, my friend.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. One must master the secrets of the Love Button.. Appreciate you.
Damian
Lol. Thanks.
You just nailed it .. Poetry that is .. not her you know what sir .. 😎👍
Thank you, my friend.
Despite my blush, I loved this! It’s a delicate balance, that.