Three Jackals

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    Three Jackals

    The first wanted my body

    Infatuated with my looks

    She Loved to touch

    To be close to my body

    Once she had her way with me

    She disappeared

    The second wanted my attention

    She cared not for my body nor a future with my Heart

    At times a gold digger

    Wanting only to use me for what she needed

    Once I got smart to her selfish ways

    Refused her a single ounce of attention

    She disappeared

    The third wanted what was forbidden

    We connected on the inside

    Hearts closer than a couples

    Never slept together

    Not even a kiss

    For what we shared in the Heart was far greater

    Alas it could not be

    She was another’s

    Without warning even she cut ties

    She disappeared

    I really didn’t want to lose her

    In the end

    Feeling used by all three

    To some extent I’m just as guilty

    I wanted something from all three

    But the third jackal I was really hoping

    To be an angel

    For my intentions with her were strictly honorable

    And of the Heart

    Tis a shame

    Enough

    What is done is done

    Lesson learned

    -Fin-        

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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