Magic, red lace, stubbornness and trash

About Jake

The wanting subsided

only shortly after 

margarita night

was a hit

the wanting subsided

only shortly after

you slept in cotton briefs

wrapped up in me

stripped down

in nothing but

red lace panties

the wanting subsided

only shortly after

I mistook

what I thought was magic

for my own damn stubbornness

I did not want to believe

that maybe, just maybe

but more so

accurately,

that I was trash

used once,

twice

then sufficiently 

thrown

away