Just A Stop To Make A Donation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I feel a cradling within,
The warmness of...
Should I dare to mention this?
The warmness of your va-va-va...
Nesting spot.

I almost forgot what it was like.
Since the last time I was in one,
It was cold as ice.
I shivered to finish the activity.

I feel a cradling within,
The warmness of...
Should I dare to mention this?
The warmness of your va-va-va...
Nesting spot.

And...
I hope this is not,
Just a stop to make a donation!
Since I can crave this as a frequent routine.