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