Triple Love Dare

The Love Goddess
Weeps.
Her heart breaks
For the creeps,
The geeks, the nerds,
The spoiled little brats,
Whom normal women
Reject and slap.
“Come,” she says,
“Lay your head in my lap,
And let me stroke your hair,
Until you are full
And firm and strong,
And have the moxy
To move along,
And find yourself lovable,
And not just a pet,
And find yourself able,
To play hard to get,
And ace the triple love dare.”