Young Purple Lover

by Camille - Cancer

Young Purple Lover

Red from my anger, Blue undercover
What more could I expect from my young purple lover

There I saw you standing, how was I to know
You literally took my breath away from head to toe
Too sexy to be real, astonishing even
My insides started throbbing, anticipating heavy breathing

Curiosity thrived on what laid behind those shorts
Curiosity almost killed the kat, the kat of some sort
So soon came the time, for your body to arise
Your lips so perfect, in the center of my thighs

Your two arms around me, equal four of mine
As you explore my body, you take your time
As the sheets start to moisten, the more I fiend
Teasingly your manhood fills all of me

The experience leaves me staggering, and my body explodes
My young purple lover, how was I to know
How was I to know, that we were just actors
Acting like lovers, when love wasn’t a factor

Never a factor, for you and me, was sex all it was to be
Then why were we, acting like a couple acting like a . . . we
We started off right, but then you spent the night
Falling for you is what I tried to fight

Fighting like lovers, why are we pretending
Movies and dinners, as a couple we were attending
My young purple lover, how was I to know 
That you would come into my life and simply go

That you would take me to peaks, physically and emotionally
And flirt with monogamy, it left me feeling so uncomfortably
See you acted like my man, shit I’ll give you a hand
A hand clap of thunder, for your performance I will stand

I will give you a standing ovation, for the image you portrayed
You came into my life, took me, shook me, and left me sprayed
You sprayed through my cover which kept me protected
Somehow you sprayed right through it, undetected

On the inside I am hurting, I guess you could say I’m blue
On the outside I am red, red from my anger to you
Slowly you are slipping 
I wonder if you have been dipping . . . . out

Red from my anger, Blue undercover
What more could I have expected from my young, purple, lover

Reason for writing:

    The inspiration was a guy named G.B. (Summer2001)    

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2002-03-26 14:37:04
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:15
Poem ID: 68613

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