Down the corner store

Two strange beaus met with different intents: one wants to find love while the other wants to make love. Witness how liquor fuels lust, lies, and love.

It was a night of lore, the sun ashore,

the moonlit down the corner store

Strangers met in instant chance, 

one seeking romance---and I, bearing the bore

"Nice to meet you," the stranger's sore,

"How come I've never met you before?"
Head to toe, I glanced this gleaming beau;

This gleaming beau shall cease the chore

But I do hope this strange beau 

will adieu the eventual blue 

caused by me, the stranger down the corner store

For I, the boredom's beau---who seeks something new;

who journeys without a queue---

is walking through this stranger's door

This door where I hope not wreak havoc tore;

Where hopes are high for warmth to wade no more

The booze stench odor: whiffs of libido in his bedroom floor,

a night of longing, the stranger so strangely drinking,

---drinking the lusting liquor pour;

And so your gentle brushing, my thighs throbbing,

wanting this stranger down the corner store

Must I halt his explore in this night of lore, 

at the site of the seducing shore?

Bet he'd be begging for more; he'd be needing more

Draping in divine drinking,

there we were both flying, searing, feeling, 

loving lust lies I've said before to bear the bore

But in your eyes, you fail to realize that

love tries when time flies at the sober shore;

Not under the night of lore

spent by strangers who've never even met before;

nor will meet no more

So dear stranger by the corner store,

---who I have never even met before;

who expected a great forbidden lore;

who dreamt of a dreamy love galore---

A night was shared in the seducing shore, on your bedroom floor,

But the night cannot be reclaimed nor taken for granted;

cannot be wanted nor counted;

nor be plotted no more

Although you, the gleaming beau, cured this boredom's beau,

the least I can do is be true to you

That under the moonlit sky, the love was a lie

A lie in our lustful eyes, under the lustful liquor rye

So sweet stranger, gleaming beau,

"It was nice to meet you"

As the sun shines the shore, gone the night of lore

I know we'll meet nevermore down the corner store

Author's Note

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[Unspoken poet]

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