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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