Appeasing Our Shortcomings...

as i open the door
leaving the room where you are praying
you touch my butt
i caress your breasts
only for such short
time,
we are decorating disappointment
with such
teasing,
simply because we have done nothing
really
to please the flesh and
to appease
our shortcomings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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