she walks across my mind
she bends around my spine
a queen that moves each tide
she wins battles of will
she is a strong but beautiful still
and I promise that you ****
cause,who is she but only the soldier in me

I saw you
you looked ****
you saw me
you walked over
we talked
laughed
flirted
You took my hand
You guided me like a surgeon
You showed me pleasure
You told me things

I thought for a second. this is raunchy

Then I felt, this is wonderful

You held me
You kissed me
You loved me

Then............

You left me

i wish you and her was still you and i, instead of your hand in hers it’d be your hand in mine. if i still had you everything would be fine. but you move on so fast, and i’m not sure how or why. do men just not have feelings? use us to waste their time? pretend to fall in love for the fun of it? then just let us cry?

that feel when you crawl out of your dumpster, and see your **** neighbor in a bikini at the community cesspool

Maybe it's lust or
maybe it's her pheromones-
All I know is that when
I bury my head
into her velvet locks,
time seems to stop
and I must worship
this goddess beside me.