Sweetness, 
You were so proper on the outside 
with such heat on the inside.
This subtle way you have that oozes sexuality
turned on my flaccid curiosity

Sweetness,
It's been a while 
I held your gaze.
That subtle glint in your eyes that oozes intimacy
turned on my flaccid curiosity.

Sweetness,
My friends, they wonder
Where went the poet's lover?
I'm writing this to inform them
I laid you, in all your subtleness
in the arms of yesterday, to rest.

Sweetness...
Lights are gone out
Butterflies, wingless, flutters no more
Curiosity subtly well fed
I slap this diary shut
With a question mark and a fullstop.

- The End -