The Meeting Of Soul Mates Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Again we do a wrong not right.
To please and satisfy,
A short lived appetite.
Again.
Out and about,
We pick from what is left...
With a doing to leave it,
Where it is.
With a feeling that is negative.

Disappointed we become.
About not being able to find,
For us untouched.
Anyone.
Sleazy enough to please,
Our secret decadent needs.
In the darkest of alleys.
On crime infested streets.
Looking for that 'special someone'.
And a chemistry to agree,
Makes us soul mates!

Inexperienced.
But willing together,
To learn more about life.
Than we admit,
Truthfully to say we do.