She asked for starched papers..
I changed my pass codes..
I thought she was a gold digger..
I bought her flowers...
She gave me a half-smile..
I asked her out On a date
And introduced her to expensive
Dishes...
She shot no pic for Insta.
I asked if she could sleep over..
She kept on walking away...
I insisted!
She obeyed..
I rode my hands all over her body..
I heard her stomach groaning..
I nearly licked blood..
I payed attention to everything.
She wanted nothing fancy
But the satisfaction of her needs
And inner happiness..
She pulls up her handbrake so hard
When it comes to impressing the World
Whereas the box is empty inside..
I was too forward and immature..
I am dropping down the fake profile!

Buven ThePoet