Love Poem: Premature Ejaculation
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Written by: Ian D. Campbell

Premature Ejaculation

Electric shock. 
And so were those
Winter days. 

Hysterical, practical
And our supplements
To fight daily 
Loneliness. 

Mustard in her
Nails made shooting
in the Street far worse. 

A cylindrical whirlwind
of your suitcase
as you're weight lifting
And I'm drinking and 
So you are you and 
We're passing out now. 

I spilled my wine on
the bar. On purpose. 

And I wished my father
Was there.