Lost Passion Poem by Phil Soar

Lost Passion



The breasts that not so long ago had firmness
The lower parts that I once took delight in
Have headed south for regions I won't go to
And the look of sheer frustration is quite frightening

From her view I'm sure that she can't find a reason
To explore my wrinkled pleasure zone no more
My gonads look like prunes so out of season
And my manhood only points down at the floor

Friday, March 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Manonton Dalan 18 January 2016

perfect description of fading love-nuts

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