Allow me still

 

What is love?

 

Is this a trick question?

 

You never asked,

 

maybe I don’t know.

 

You seem to know

 

 Or just don’t care.

 

What other fool has the credentials

 

to even wonder?

 

My mouth doesn’t ask these questions

 

It only says your name

 

Too big for my mind

 

to comprehend. I know.

 

Allow me still, to wrap my arms

 

around this, at least once more.

 

My arms are too short to ascertain the full meaning

 

of its hefty connotation

 

Your reach is greater then mine so I am resolved

 

to feel the hardness bulge  

 

in my caress and fingertips to dance figure 8’s

 

upon your heavy sacks and

 

the tip of my tongue to lick your shaft from root to tip

 

Oh, I must stop. Or I’ll forget the question.

 

What was it?

 

Oh yes, what is love?

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