My Medusa

Mon, 06/06/2022 - 11:48 -- Mavryk

"My Medusa, and she's all mine. Has me feeling stone cold locked up with the most satisfying crime. Infatuated with dressing me so this man is becoming tailored made. Real woman, who loves me just to whisper “look at this 'good girl' you've made.” With a glare that turns men to stone but I just can't resist. Let other brothers know she’s spoken for and I just adore that shit. She the one I wanna be with, cloud 9 cruising on love high . Slowly break down her hard shell and I can't wait to devour it like the sweetest pie. Perseus once played her but without any wisdom the game wasn’t fair. Many men frozen from that glare. Seeing me is overwhelming and being without me is hard to bear. Making love like we've fell deeply in a past life. And if things were to end I would relive every nanosecond in one night. Oh my Medusa I can't wait to unwrap you, place my lips on every skin cell just to excite you. Touch you every day, make love with some role play, but love you in every way. She my Medusa....ohhh oh ohh my Medusa.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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