Lickspittle
Since first we met, it is with grief I find
you've practiced certain habits all throughout.
In times together, you have been inclined
my pleasure to put first without a doubt.
Your unassuming act's a tricky art.
My heartfelt fear is we're a true mismatch.
Who do you think you are? I heed my heart
and grasp you have no back that I can scratch.
For lover's care that reaches to full height
Doth not begin with nothing left to lick.
Do you not recognize your habit's trite?
And now you know we'll never really click;
you've rendered me incapable, it's true
of sharing love with one I can't outdo.
written August 20, 2016
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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