You know how your follicles open and your heart tightens.
The way your ***** creep upward when you gift her something thoughtful.
Things.

That's how I feel when I make you *** 5 times in one day.
That's my thoughtful gift.
Feelings.
Physical and intrinsic.

You know how important you feel when she buys you 4 bean bags which look good only next to her insular lava lamps.
Kingly.

And I. I am only most important when you leave me your words to immerse myself in.
I am chosen then abandoned for her throne.

Think about that and ask me why I can't work with you if I can't have your words inside of me if only to crown you King.
******* it sir.