If you encounter Trina, I'm afraid that you'll
Ejaculate, “What ho! I've found the perfect woman,”
As she's lithe and lovely, and her face, as once was
Said of someone, might have launched 1,000
Ships, and she is strangely sympathetic.
She will ask you how you've been, and she
Will shed a tear if you've endured some sort
Of hardship. She will take your hand
And make you coffee. You will be convinced
That she will follow you from where she lives
To where you live, but she will not. She'll
Let you peck her on the cheek, but once
You leave, you'll realize that she is one of those
Who bleeds when you do, but she never dies.
Despite your travails and your sorrows,
She'll find someone else to feed her appetite for
Tragedy, and you will be without her.
All alone, you won't ejaculate. You'll groan,
The sorry pleasures of her form still present
In your mind, still eating at you as she offers
Coffee to somebody else.

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Written on 2018-04-14 at 19:23

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done.

"She will take your hand/ And make you coffee." These lines affect me profoundly, as does the last line about offering coffee to someone else.