Maybe I'll Bring Her an Apple

I don't intend to stay too long. I know
How I am, and I fear that she'll see
Through me quickly. When she does,
She'll send me away. She's all rainbows
And puppies, sickeningly saccharine,
Flag-waving, God-fearing, everything
Awful. If she wasn't sexy as hell I'd
Avoid her, but I seek one chance
To play saccharine and bed her before
She recoils from me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-17 at 22:31

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