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