Haiku

Undeserved scorn ends.
Rest easy, Mr Peanut:
You were good enough.
 
Lately, the days have
Been running together and
I lose track of time.

I flail around in
Fruitless attempts to stop the
Coming of the dark.

I can rage against
It, but to what end? It is
Inevitable.

I can only hope
That in some small way, I have
Made a difference.
 
My teeth tease the peak,
Of extant mound, lovely breast,
Soothe by lip and tongue.

My grip encircles,
And mouth explores, each last rib,
Until she implores.

She doth guide my quest,
To that which she most desires,
Offers me her depths.
 
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