Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 48,706 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Stingy - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Until I feel the chemistry.
And there is a tingling,
I can not stop...
That heats inside of me?
I'm going to stay stingy,
With my love.

Free sniffs with quick hook ups and flings...
To answer midnight booty calls,
To listen to professional bed hoppers...
Tease about doing 'nasty' things.
Are no longer important,
To how I want my bed springs to sing.

I've become a prude,
When sharing my nudity.

Until I feel the chemistry.
And there is a tingling,
I can not stop...
That heats inside of me?
I'm going to stay stingy,
With my love.
Hoping...
But not in desperation,
I just want to make that clear!
Hoping,
I discover someone soon...
That appreciates my thriftiness.

And we click!
Not just to knock some boots.
Or disturb nosy neighbors,
Who are told...
We enjoy renovating creatively,
In the wee hours of the morning!
And our activities should be ignored.

That's the kind of chemistry,
I deserve.
But I do wish it does not disturb when heard.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 10, 2010


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