Age And Innocence
Age And Innocence
Sleeping again
your red lips wet and slack
in selfish torpor
ignoring me.
I will rage,
destroy your dream,
make you play with me,
fill up my need.
What use are you
crumpled in your chair
pink pate shining
through your wispy hair?
I will make you gurgle,
make you smile,
use all my innocence
and guile.
Ken's Poetry 
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