02.14.91 REVISED 10.30.2001
Untimely, and with no regard
I took her there. I took her then.
The instance seemed to justify
Circumstance of where and when.
The shame somehow won't register
Her scent so ripe in succulence
At will, invades my every pore
And still, denial alone won't cleanse.
Am I so evil, so un-feeling?
That I have not yet learned to give?
Tormented heart and mind concur,
'Yes!’
For I am young & wish to live.
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