Some Times Love Poem by david gerardino

Some Times Love



HE SAID THAT sex WAS
LIKE A HAND SHAKE, filled
with voodoo, and broken
glass, and a book for all
his dirty thoughts.
HE said that sex is like
a used condom, you put it
on, then take it off.
THEN the doors swing open,
and he falls in love.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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