I remember
The tasteful sips
Of our young
Teenage lips
Before the tongue of men
Had slithered its way
Drinking sweet lust
Until none remained
I remember
Timid trembling hands
That took what was given
With need, not demand
Before beggars
Were choosers
And winners
Became losers
I remember
A December
When our warmth
Was enough
When a boy and I
We're young
And made love
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I remember
The tasteful sips
Of our young
Teenage lips
Before the tongue of men
Had slithered its way
Drinking sweet lust
Until none remained
I remember
Timid trembling hands
That took what was given
With need, not demand
Before beggars
Were choosers
And winners
Became losers
I remember
A December
When our warmth
Was enough
When a boy and I
We're young
And made love
