you're awful; you're cursed
you're awesome, at your worst
you always, come first
comfortably, your comfort's unrehearsed
that smile, comes from flirts, in my verse
coerced by passions in reverse
from climaxes extracted, from under your skirt
submerging a burst of superb-ness
quenching this thirst
wetting my lips, & my face, with your hips
every sip, every slurp, is intense
drenching your lips, as my girth
burst with suspense
& these, are just words
sending roses clothed in prose, per your urge
just to make things, so much worse
our heart screams, distance hurts
in my dreams, i wish you weren't
i wish you were, on my curb
at my door, up my stoop
on all fours, on my bed, then to my floor
me, inside of you, till you purr then you roar
you're awful
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