The Licked Her Scale Poem by Denis Martindale

Their love affair was short and sweet,
A fling and nothing more,
To run its course until complete,
Each pleasure to explore...
Then everything to leave behind,
Each liplock, lick and touch,
Another partner soon to find
And love so well, so much...

With brand new tricks, their games go on,
No matter, day or night,
To fill the void that's never gone,
Despite what's called delight...
Beyond all trace of self-control
That adults choose in youth,
Created spirit, body, soul,
Man can't escape the truth...

But that's the way that flesh makes fools,
With rebels coming first,
Defying all of Nature's rules
Until by God they're cursed...
For judgment also has its course,
Its starting point and end,
Its solemn truths to reinforce
Until we comprehend...

Temptation still exists and yet
The wise ones know the cost,
For there's a land full of regret
Beyond the line that's crossed...
If wise advice that's not ignored
Means judgment never seen,
Then loneliness has some reward,
Think well, what might have been...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.