- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Vanilla Man
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It’s cold in my heart,
My life’s incomplete,
My vanilla man.
I’ve no one to turn to,
My yearning is deep,
My vanilla man.
He just doesn’t know,
He just can’t see,
He’s vanilla bland.
He can’t understand,
He doesn’t know me,
He’s vanilla bland.
He has no strength,
He has no power,
My vanilla man.
I need to get out,
My life’s gone sour,
My vanilla man.
I need a new flavour,
A man of the hour,
But all I see,
Is a vanilla band,
No slavery brand,
My vanilla man.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Taleover 18 years agoI thought this poem was very fluid and I enjoyed the musical feel it relayed, thanks Art~
