Cranberry Confessions
If I can be honest
I must cranberry confess
I really don’t want it
No longer need your sex
I don’t mean you
Are invaluable to me
Just mean I don’t want
All that huffing and puffing
I giggle sometimes
At myself for lemon lime
Is the taste of the sexless
And it is still good to eat
Between the sheets of paper poetry
I did once enjoy so now I don’t
Change my mind want a sexless song
To sing as a fire sign soul
It’s not that I don’t love
I guess I love me more
Cranberry confessions
Sexless obsessions
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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