It's Not Booty, I Want Love (mature) by Madeline PestolesiI thought I just wanted a sex fest. Not feast, fest, meaning festival. Or fiesta. Whichever.
I was willing to make the call. The booty call. I've never just had sex Only made love. With a guy I loved more than anyone. We all know how THAT turned out.
So I thought I had the solution. B to the O to the O to the T to the Y. Nope. I am not that girl. At least not right now.
But I keep thinking about you. And you're so far away. But I still think about you. Maybe more than I should. And I want love.
07/10/2003 Author's Note: Well, not what I expected when I typed in the title, but my poems always go off on their own.
Posted on 07/09/2003 Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
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