satira black

My 30th Birthday Present

I gave myself a special present for this special day
The heat so amazing it took my breath
Long and rock hard melting into me
Sparkling blue eyes and long curly black hair
You're 23
Seven years younger than me
You were like a drug
I couldn't get enough
But your drug wasn't me
We had two years of extreme pleasure
Long, hot heavy metal nights
I couldn't compete with your habits
And I couldn't join you
I'll always miss you, Tommy

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011

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