She

She is the sweetest thing I'm cursed with

Special to me like ancient messages written in verses.

Her Pretty smile and face is why I get on my knees more

Never leave her behind; why else do I give her my keys for.

Listening to her voice in stress sounds hopeless

Helpless in sexual agony, her hormones change like a solstice.

Her temper escalates till her words are dull

She won’t be OK till she gets fucked against the wall.

Blocking out sense with utter irritation

as if what I say has no stand for serious contemplation.

Though the anxiety of separation fills her heart with doubt,

She knows what she has is great because for me she keeps a beating heart.

Waiting hastily for me to lung inside her

To grind on her with a hard grip like a brand new tire.

This desire comes naturally

As I reject, her prissy face stares mad at me.

Laughing inside as I swallow my pride

Hate to see her go but love to kiss her goodbye!