Taste green banana immaturity

[joel]

Taste green banana immaturity
like chalkboard schoolhouse public punishments
repetitively scrawled: I will not such
again— and through your senses dwell on lust
exposed deficient. Such it is to kiss
you; such it is trust mendacities
presented as positions structured, met
with honesty and love compassionate,
as gilded fronts for true perversities
of weak and needy license. What of this
(if this at all) surprises you?— but trust
my cold summation, culmination much
surprises me if these refurbishments
of love recast my love on riper purity.

[mousey1]

Ahhhh, nice...this write plucked just right for mind eating.

Thank-you, I enjoyed.