gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

They Will If They're Sweethearts


Since women love to make men drool,
and demonstrate no fear
when roads are safe and houses cool
and food abounds, and beer,
and drive, to spare their legs and feet,
and gladly come inside
a warm house for some beer to meet
guys, willing and wide-eyed,
redemption surely must be near,
yet since they should not trust
the roads and houses and the beer,
should they give in to lust
and not remain off limits to
the men who drool and talk
and offer drinks to them and woo
with pitches like a fork,
in order that they might consume
their choicest private parts?
I’m not quite sure, but I assume
they will if they’re sweethearts.

Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011
Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011

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