I've spent too much time in love with visions I've conjured,
The dazzling past and all its glory has deceivingly lured,
Coaxing me to stay there in a self made la la land,
The days when I had hair and my body muscled and tanned,
My soulmate lives there so that's why I linger,
In my mind I have confidence to be a soul singer,
I croon away the hours serenading my sweetheart,
Directing thought to undress her slow as her thighs part,
God how I can torture myself wishing she were next to me,
Those long nights our first year together, every hour in ecstasy,
I try to keep the negative thoughts at bay in my daydreams,
But the times when I fucked up, interject as main scenes,
Then the cursing begins and I have to rewind the video,
Lucky my VHS brain bookmarked parts with sexual scenario,
We make love on repeat oh God this is euphoric,
We were young hard bodies that make Caligula look historic,
I'm so twisted I've imagined a sex doll in her image,
If I could afford it I'd have one created this instant,
I know nothing beats the real thing that's for sure,
But next best thing for me does that sound immature?
Or just like the most desperate thing you've ever heard,
Sort of like catching a rubber duck mating a songbird,
Well rest assured I'm not stooping that low quite yet,
My last ditch effort are the words written on this tablet,
But will she ever read them, that is the question,
And if she does will she make an intervention?
The ball is in her court and I've got tennis elbow,
My only prayer is, can she serve a solution I don't know.
~Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoesieWARNING: 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.
