In the springtime of my life

I set goals, many goals.

One I knew I could easily quantify,

Twenty Lovers

The first was chosen carefully.

Who deserved to capture my virginity?

It turned out he was a virgin too.

All we needed was each other’s body,

Until we didn’t.

The second was better.

I knew what I hadn’t known before.

He was generous,

I was indulged, I learned.

He left me wiser.

The third was great.

Now I wanted more than his body.

I wanted his mind, maybe his soul.

He lit me from the inside.

Our passion was bright, hot, and short.

The fourth, well, they can’t all be good.

He took from me what I didn’t want to give.

He mastered me for a time.

I learned his game and left.

My ego dented, questioning my goal.

The fifth was, no is

The last in my life. Not merely a lover,

My love. Even if he leaves me

There can be no other.

He is my forever.