I reset my libido in my sleep
and held onto the hope that it would work
except I now want something I can't have
and so I sit here feeling like a berk
I miss that sense of wanting to perform
of trying to exceed my young prowess
but now that I am ageing, its the norm
to leave a nasty stain upon her dress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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