[Elmira] a poem

Cover your blush as your words of your
past trysts attempt to escape,

tell me over and over again how you enjoyed this,
enjoyed that,

why is it that still your flesh has never been stained,
how almost impossible it was that you escaped that
deviant touch man has given to all womankind-

Now that narrow corridor has lead you to me,
the greatest of the deviants, perhaps the last great
libertine retired from the anonymous exploits and numerous
sorts for you, your lifelong neighbor, your chosen deflowerer.


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Labial Laughs]