The Taste - Poem by Randy McClave
He told her let's go out on a date
She stuck up her hand and said, "stop", "wait",
In him, she said that she was not emotionally drawn
She is a bishop, and could not ever be a pawn.
He asked her what was the hesitation for
She then said, she's not ever commanded, or a whore,
Just because he read about the birds and the bees
That doesn't mean, that she's a flirt, or a tease.
When a romance ever comes to a halt
Believe me, it's always definitely the attitudes fault,
Beautiful poetry, or compliments many cannot find
Instead smut and insults, are then created by a filthy mind.
A person must be more than a look, and a talker
They must not be a liar, and definitely not a stalker,
She then said sometimes in romance when you're in a haste
Beauty you'll miss, and you'll be denied the taste.
Randy L. McClave
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