Not a Cougar
What is it about me that attracts
Men so much younger than I am
I have no desire to be that sugar mama
Am well beyond drama
I am the eccentric poetic type
Not real flashy with brown eyes
I pray that fate is kind
that my soul mate inspires divine
For a year and two months
he professes his love
Even though I won’t give it up
What he says is terribly sweet
Somehow he loves the inside of me
I pray this young man find another
I am ten years too old to be his lover.
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