Thursday, August 28, 2014
Why Are You So 'Nasty'?
Long before you became aware,
I had prepared for you.
Long before you knew my name,
I was moving into your view.
And when I appeared you did not believe,
Someone could care about you like I do.
And when I told you from you I wanted more,
You began playing games and I played them too.
Although, I would rather we spend time,
Ignoring suspected preferences met.
With some loving being made!
Slow to build up in heated sweat.
'Why are you so 'nasty'? '
And why do you smile?
As if I'm saying something,
I shouldn't and we couldn't do?
Accept it as a compliment!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
Topic(s) of this poem: love