I’m big
In bed too
Big like a hard ****
big like an inflated ego
big like my gut
And this newly met, six foot goddess
Sure doesn’t make me feel small
Every last inch of her
All 71 inches
I fudge the numbers
Like a tax return
And give her a firm 72
To match her
Firm *******
Firm ***
And pierced
bottom lip
That I **** on
Like she ***** me
Whether she
*****  my soul
Remains to be seen
As does,
Seeing if I even give a ****

we lay
And ponder cyclical nature,
like bicycle wheels of life, love and bliss
Naked, her head rests on my pec
I read her poems
By some dead old drunk of a poet
And she says she like it
like she
likes me
And this overwhelming like
Soon becomes lust
As cuddling
Post ***
Soon becomes
Cuddling
Before ***

Shes a disaster
But more of a controlled demolition
As she crumbles to my caress
Her foundation remains strong
My six foot goddess Laughs
When least expected
She finds not my jokes
But me
Funny
As she laughs I laugh
I quit trying
And I collapse
To my true nature

She gives me,
The purpose
I knew I had




*Read "Six Foot Goddess" By Bukowski to see my inspiration. I matched Stanza's and number of lines but not syllable count