Sorry, But There Is No Condom In My Pocket

so sorry, about last night
i didn't have a pink condom
in my pocket. I know pink
is your favorite, and your
flavor is strawberry and
your lipstick is as red as
what i can offer you. But

i don't go for what is safe.
Oh, you must know the
dangers that we are into.
Without condoms included.
I got this ring, you lose yours.
My wife is very understanding.
And we keep on talking that
No one will know, that his is
the best secret place in town.

I drive the red car to hell.
You think that this is heaven.
We eat fire. We excrete guilt.

When will be the next trip?
I am sorry, there is none.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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