"i was ****** on satin sheets"

She was a ******* storm
in the bed.
The girl who wore nerdy glasses
and plaid skirts
****** me rough
on the black satin sheets.
She was like a dream
that night,
a dream that I have been
thinking about
since that exotic
lip-wetting chocolaty night.
No woman ever
had the pleasure
of bringing me to my knees,
she did, that too
from afar.
In a world of
expensive cars and motor bikes,
she was a cycle,
preferred by few,
like me.
She didn’t just
grabbed my hair,
she grabbed my heart
in her little fist.
But in the end
she managed to do
what none could,
penetrate the wall
separating me and myself.