You liked to bite my juicy ass,
But froze when feelings came to pass.
You wanted fun, not sacred flame
Then called it taxing when truth came.
You wanted bhakti in a thong,
But ran when Shakti came on strong.
You craved the muse, but not her scroll
Preferred her parts, ignored her soul.
I thought I’d met a man of thought—
Turns out it’s ass you mostly sought.
You bit my lip, then ran from light,
Said ego death didn’t feel quite right.
I sang Shakti, you played dead,
Cried "too intense," left me on read.
I reached for depth, you grabbed your shield
Another wound now left unhealed.
You ghosted once I dared to feel,
Preferred a fantasy to what was real.
You love all butts, so you have claimed,
But backed your ass up when truth was named.
A dopamine hit, a thrill, no heart,
You lit the match, then killed the spark.
You wanted heat, not where it led,
Love asked for more—you ran instead.
If cheeks and chuckles were the key,
Would that have kept you close to me?
No soul, no depth, just laughs and smut—
Would that have kept the door unshut?
You found your calm in passive eyes
No questions asked, no truth to rise.
But when your soul begins to ache,
Will silence satisfy the heart that wakes?
So keep your red, your calm, your ease
Your mind unbothered by degrees.
But when you crave the fire you fled
Who will dance inside your head?
You called me deep, too much to stay—
But I’d have lit you every day.
You thought I’d burn and then grow tame
But I don’t bore. I blaze. I flame.
So here’s your bhakti—wild and rare
But way "too much" for you to care.
I saw your soul, I gave my heart,
You wanted ass—
I gave you art.