True Love Dies in LA

Apr 09, 2008 - 08:30 AM PST

Your shaven mound, oh Venus mine,
Your breasts immaculate and pale,
Your belly, landscape so divine,
Your lips, so pink I could not fail
To love you at the very sight.

Your legs, so long, so smooth, so strong
Your feet so elegant and neat
I wish and hope and pray in song
That one day somewhere we might meet
Before your dais days are done.

You can’t object…it’s not allowed.
I’d worship all your luscious parts,
An unknown face in an unknown crowd
Just watching with a pounding heart
My dollars outstretched taught and hard.

But now the picture shrinks so small
Telescoping you away
I watch as you cavort, show all
And yearn to sleep with you one day.

"Don't touch the girls!"
The last words that I hear that night.