09 Jun 00

 

 

Your' (e) good time

 

 

Sexy I cannot deny

You got my blood

Heated

So that I could not think

Of the right reply (no).

So I let you take me

And take you did

Your pleasure

But left me

With no thought of mine

And now that I am over it?

You come around again

Promising a good time

Forgetting

It was all yours

And never mine.

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III