I thought it was right at the time
A recipe for success
He looked at me through tousled hair
His smile did the rest
I think I gave him too much credit
Built up my trust
Drawn like a bee to honey
He was only in lust
Seeing small and blond
He believed his penis and confessed
I was wrong again
To recover, I need some kind of recompense
Tags: love, lust, men, narrative, prose to poetry
