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Forbidden Fruit
So coy, I read you like a book When you purposely pass my way You make a point not to look I am hooked on your hook When you walk, my god how you sway So young, so beautiful, so black So old, I could be your father And there's something I lack I have long lost the knack Of seduction, why now do I bother? Just ego of an ancient man trying To relive a past dead and gone Mere fantasy flying Still eighteen and vying For what? Good luck and so long... ***Edited version of one of the first poems I posted...A green and inexperienced poet back then, I 'accidentally' invented a new form. It resembles a Limerick but with a different rhyme scheme. It is about an experience at work when I was a plant manager and the young lady referred to was an employee there...The poem, of course has nothing to do with the fact that she was black and I was white, but rather the fact that she worked for me (NEVER go there!) and I was 58 and she was only 18...Thanks for reading
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