Subtle Tease Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We're not on the same track.
Or sitting on the same pew.
If fact,
The only thing we have in common.
Is not having anything...
Approaching it.

One set of 'I do's...'
Is enough for me and you!

At one time I attempted with you,
To have a comfortable fit.
And you told me I wasn't good enough.
Then you disappeared on me.
Packed and did a quick split!
Tearing me apart emotionally.
And I remember every bit of it!

So glad am I now that those days,
Do not exist.
Nor do I intend to reverse my steps...
To converse with you,
How my wounds were nursed.
And who was there...
To mend and repair!
With frequent visits to heal my 'lift'.
In moments of my urgent,
And lonely despair.

That's already enough to share.
And I'm sure my well-being...
Has long been absent from your care.

We're not on the same track.
Or sitting on the same pew.
If fact,
The only thing we have in common.
Is not having anything...
Approaching it.

One set of 'I do's...'
Is enough for me and you!

But I do feel flattered,
By the way you lick your lips.
As if some of 'this' you see...
You are going to get!

Not even a quick screw to reminisce...
Will I consider.
For the three minute limit,
You use to set...
For our butt nakedness!

Unless...
You consider raising the 'ante'?
I am a bit slower now,
To produce those youthful miracles.
However...
You can do that licking of the lip thing again!
One never knows,
What's on the mind of Mother Nature.

'Or Father Time! '

I see you're still such a 'subtle' tease!