Don’t make me cry

Horny poem

Please don’t make me cry you

said, I won’t ever promise that no

I won’t ever, promise that. Tears

are not what I want to see run

down your blushing cheeks,

such a pretty smile must be

far too precious to risk hurting with

harsh words or poor treatment.

Treat meant something nice the

last time I checked, and often

little gems that let us polish them

shine brighter in the sun but still

you stopped me mid sentence

and said NO.

Please don’t, MAKE me cry!

and you show a different smile.

I should have paid attention to

your sparkleshine, begging eyes

hungrier even than after missing

sunday dinner that day when you

led me bashful to the font,

and softly asked to be set free

from all your evil sins and want.