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