I can't bring myself to test drive the Tinder,
Casual sex would burn my heart to a cinder,
When I was young this feat was ubiquitous,
But now I consider such shenanigans insidious,
I've proven myself a troubled true romantic,
I'm the type to take the full ride on Titanic,
Devotion to our drowning last gasp,
I'm the wooden bust to your sculpture's rasp,
I reflect on ugliness of my bedpost notches,
As a born again virgin that memory dislodges,
My evolutionary progress and path to nirvana,
I try to hide my disgust with bearded balaclava,
No sexpot wants a dance with disheveled loner,
Creating time for me to practice as happiness donor,
I'm now paying forward with comedic cautionary tales,
When having sex without love neither body prevails.
~Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoésieWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
