by Richard Haldeman ©
I'd only sought comfort,
Her rejection rendered me so,
I'd lain my head upon your lap.
My soft breath caressed your thighs
You stroked my hair, my neck,
I stroked above your knee
I shifted, and kissed nearer your soul
I only sought
comfort
Not a refuge, Access
Made easy by mini fashions.
Still you stroked my hair,
My thumb nudged a silken boat,
A spring began to seep
You could have said no, but
Would not chance to weep.
With the
morning star, our poles reversed
A film upon your lips, my seed
To a sibling spilled.
Innocent-you smiled and said
I have always wondered about the taste.