The Parlor Room Poem by Gulliver Gimble

The Parlor Room



Lips touch and lust awakes.
Crashing together, love doesn't wait.
Smell of sultry teenage romps.
Pitter patter hearts will stomp.
Laying close, arms clasped.
Summer nights will forever last.
Darkest evening stars aglow.
Fireworks, fireworks, start the show.
Hot and heavy, no holding hands.
Holding out to be more than friends.
This indeed is crazy magic.
Stories of old and love is traggic.
She was young and growing up to soon.
I left a piece of my heart in the parlor room.

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