08-03-2011, 07:07 AM
Not quite there…yet.
These days, my mind seems in a knot,
can't seem to understand just what
it was that used to turn me on--
the impetus seems all but gone.
I sit beside my sunlit shore
not knowing what I'm looking for
and wonder: If some lovely lass
fell in my lap--despite bronze bun
within my grasp, and cleavage firm
enough to make a young man squirm--
would I feel somewhat put upon
and ask her to just...move along?
…damn, I trust not!
ICSoria
©2011
These days, my mind seems in a knot,
can't seem to understand just what
it was that used to turn me on--
the impetus seems all but gone.
I sit beside my sunlit shore
not knowing what I'm looking for
and wonder: If some lovely lass
fell in my lap--despite bronze bun
within my grasp, and cleavage firm
enough to make a young man squirm--
would I feel somewhat put upon
and ask her to just...move along?
…damn, I trust not!
ICSoria
©2011