She came to me when I was only young. I thought she was too much. She was such, a vicious thing. I'd seen them have her, they said she was top. But one fell down, she'd struck, oh how she struck. It haunted me in my head, Cringing as other's tested her might, As they were cringing as they tasted her might. And then one night, I put her with another, But it didn't go. It darkened and weakened her kick. So I tried it again, it weakened her kick, And so, left me in trouble. And then, As the earth and skies ripped apart, My courage conquered all as it Grabbed a hold of her, felt her poison, In my mouth, her bitter sweet kiss into my guts. Disgusted, but triumphant. As my face was left inside out, I was left plummeting into insanity, and loving every second. Oh how I felt the full blow of her kick, And how she kicked me so hard, Leaving me giving the respect, and satisfaction she deserves. It became a regular thing, I was with her every week, Every week. But in me, her power was beginning to weaken, I was becoming used to her kick, Her zest, the risk of not knowing if this one might wreck me, Had gone. I was handling her. I was the master. After such a fun and loving friendship, We met less and less. We were getting tiered of each other I took to others, we took to others, Until one day, quite sometime after. I plucked up my courage, once again And felt her refreshed kick. Oh how she kicked me. She kicked me like the first time we kissed each other. And then I went back to her. But she seemed stronger, she had grown. Or I had not She was too much. I couldn't handle her. She must have planned it all, A cunning scheme of hers, to take back her crown of master. So I left her. Until next time we meet. My friend. Don't think of the morning One all.Birth sign: Aquarius
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