Waxes Him She Poem by me poet yeps poet

Let him be Ex
look not towards that guy
look who makes you
as a woman cry
all he said were simple lies
to win each of his tries

first a rose
to compose
then a kiss planted
on soft red lips
then holding the petal fingers
soft as Kashmir silk

then the harder part
of the stuck in zip
he finally ripped
hard
and that was enough to know
he was that bad
sad

first encounter
first date
the encounter you enamoured
he hammered.....

let him go twill be better
now you know

men are only
after your centre..
some say gravity.