next poem >Andrea M. Lockett
You Have a Bastard's Sweetness
You have a bastard's sweetness
that's why I'm drawn to you.
You have a bastard's sweetness,
your words are rarely true.
But sometimes, snoring in the night,
while your cock is soft,
you look just like a little child,
alone, unloved, and lost.
You have a cad's credentials,
you have a cheater's art,
you have a prick's bad manners,
you're a flagellant's sweetheart.
God knows why I love you,
(and God knows if I do),
you have a bastard's sweetness,
that's why I'm drawn to you.
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