Writing 201 Poetry Day Two

His letters were the sweetest at first
Twisting into an insatiable thirst
He was no longer kind
For his lust made him blind
And he ended up the first of the worst

He stole a line of poetry from me
Of all things unforgiven, that’s key
I was warned way ahead
But he was really good in bed
And I was busy trying too hard to flee

Then one night a phone call came
We liked so many things just the same
From the first day we met
We’ve not been apart yet
‘Cause Cupid finally had synchronous aim


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