She’s an ‘I-Love-You’
that consumes me, deludes me
my head is in her cunt,
lost in this voyage she propel.
I know when she wants me.
Sometimes, it’s the gleam
in her eyes, the sly turn
of her smile that tells me.
Other times, it’s the firmness
of her touch or that uncertain lie
that linger on her lips
when she makes her many demands.
She likes it best though
when she receives money wire
from afar at her urging
whenever she beckons me on phone.
She’s all passion, yet passionless,
a hole in my pocket.
Is she in love? Am I another gold digger’s mine?
– a mugu.
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