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.








beautiful poem about exploration and understanding ❤️
Thomas you wrote this intimate experience into something so much more than just concupiscent. You transformed this encounter into a truly nostalgic and beautifully scribed memory that resonates with my poet’s heart.
John
Beautifully penned, Thomas. An excellent coming of age story my friend. Amazing writing as always brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
Very nice indeed T .. N 😎👍
Great! Nice work
There’s a sweetness in how you frame this moment… not just desire, but care.
This one made me smile. For the patient encouragement. For the “green” young man. And for the hope at the end that her love button is being well tended. Very sensual