I can write a poem with ease
Whenever she is in my presence,
She is my inspiration.
Forget that,
She's a Petro-Canada,
An Esso,
A Sunoco,
She is my gas station.
How?
Like when I dream about the day
When she and I first kissed,
Her lips being the pump and
Mines being the car she filled me
Up with unleaded motivation.
She is the reason why I'm
So stubborn and never give up,
I'm filled with determination.
I just want one day to give
Her the love that I give
My hand during masturbation.
But I don't do that,
The only body part my hand touches
Is her hand to caress every edge
Of her fingerprint decoration.
I'm just giving you all
A small little taste of
The love I have for her,
And the sense of my temptation.
It will only take you a minute
To read this,
But it will take more than 60 seconds
To get the full explanation.
That love is one of those glasses half
Full or half empty type of frustration.
That it's up to us to decide if our
Glass is full or half of
Love's watery cocktail medication.
