Poem

You got that fire, that slow-burn thunder I wanna feel rumblin’ in your thighs. More junk in your trunk than the whole damn pawn shop warehouse, stacked, packed, and built to make a grown man lose his mind. Your smile hit like the Cheshire Cat, wicked when you wanna be, sly when you’re teasin’, and every time you flash it at me I feel my heartbeat skip like it’s tryin’ to run away from the truth. And them eyes… always shimmerin’, always sayin’ more than your lips ever admit. There’s a shine in ‘em that ain’t from this world — a deep, divine glow that makes me swear heaven learned its light from you. The love I got for you ain’t soft, ain’t fragile, ain’t some half-assed fairytale shit. It’s raw, it’s hungry, it’s real as fuck — that “grab me by the soul and don’t let go” type love, that “bend me, break me, remake me” kinda truth. You’re my vice and my vision, my favorite sin wrapped in silk and fire, the storm I walk into shirtless, fearless, knowin’ damn well I’m about to get struck and still beggin’ for another hit. Yeah… deep and divine is what I feel for you — a love that’s honest, a lust that’s loud, and a bond that’s built on every filthy thought I ever had the moment you walked by. And I don’t just want you — I crave you, I worship you, I fuckin’ choose you every damn time.