Heisting her jewels

She wants commitment 

I’m running and sprinting and hurdling and jogging

Distancing myself from committed relations

Passing by on temptation
Reluctant on suckling every sin

She wants me 
Even with mutualities
I know I’ll fuck her shit up

Her pussy is a chamber for my comportment
Condoning what she forgot existed
Humbly accepting my faults in our futile dispositions 

I taste sweetness until honey drips from the comb
Buzzing with the changing seasons on the voyage home
Without deliberate instruction 
Connections are ramped up 

Call me when it’s early.... a quarter past late 

Remember me when they approach and you savor my taste

Small packages certainly deliver power

We went from single to you and our

Dating is expensive 

My taste is exquisite 

She flaunts me as her perfect portrait 

I indulge in her coldest secrets.