Masharia kanyari

Rookie - 246 Points (Kenya -East Africa)

Face In The Crowd - Poem by Masharia kanyari

I miss being a virgin,
Back when kissing a you,
Would linger on for weeks,
When a trivial argument with you,
Translated into a sleepless night,
Having to walk for two miles,
for an opportunity to make out,
or a simple chance to squeeze a boob,
I miss phone sex- you know?
The type that would run,
Two minutes shy of an hour,

I wish I held on for longer,
On that my green status,
Because now I would care,
About how she feels,
or what she really wants,
I would still remember her face,
Maybe even how happy she made me,

The thing is I've had too much,
Kissed too many for her's to count for anything,
And I really despise sex now,
Relationships mean nothing to me,
Because this naked belle I woke up beside,
Claims to be in one as it is,
So I try and try as I might,
But you'll remain nothing but a girl to me...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 15, 2013

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