A Midnight Romp Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

pity my love
pity my darling
oh, regret....

for who
for whom
in my dainty coat
frayed hair
yet you loved me once
before I was a vagabond
a lover of many
with no gain

pity me
my darling
shan't we meet
at dusk
in the alley way
while your wife sleeps
and my pimp tussles

i beg of you!
meet me
taste my essence
if only once more
salute me soldier
for i am yours this night
by de'old flame

pity me my darling
pity my darling me
familiar lovers of the night
are attuned
let us acknowledge them
tis night
me amore


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{you should always read a love poem such as this one slowly my dear readers, and it will taste and sound ever better}

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