I’m inconsistent
In my resistance
Willing to give in
To someone to sin with
Always filled with
Nothing but illness
So sick I killed it
Infected perspectives persistent
I disregard distance
Travel in an instance
Getting blown like kisses
Missed by my former mistress
She’s listless
torn up
dismissed since Christmas
I’m at the top of her wish list
Like Jews and delicious knishes
But Synchronous kismet
Brought The perfect predicament
Who could have predicted it?
This indecent incident
This cinnamon sentiment
Swear that your heaven sent
But I heard what the devil said
The rest is irrelevant
hot as a pyre
and I never get tired
of removing her attire
She’s fine as fire