RIC S. BASTASA
The Strong Hands That Touched Four Breasts.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
alright, it is just a matter of liking that i like to be with you.
beyond that, what it is?
it is but a liking to be with you, but
no, in this real world, liking is not hard like a commitment,
words sometimes do not tally with actions.
she says, the house where you live does not tally with the address that you have written.
She is absolutely misled.
he says, this is just being me. To survive the hassle,
I must lie.
and you who is so sweet like a pink rose, so gladly embraced it,
like my strong hands to your four breasts.
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