Why her?
I keep questioning myself
She isn't the woman I love
She's way older than me
Still why her?
She's the woman I lust
The one, only one
Who fuels my fire
Whose epicurean flesh
Is my hunger
Whose mystical aura
Has enveloped my being
Why do I see her
When I make love to my love
Why do I taste her
When I kiss my girl
Why her?
When she doesn't respond to me overtures
When I realise she's beyond me
Some questions don't have logical reasoning
They sweep like the tide
And I am a willing victim
Sucked, in her whirlpool of sexual power.
©LR
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