He is nothing I like,
I am nothing he likes,
Yet the chemistry is ablaze,
Fires of passion light inside me,
He addresses every little sensation in me,
He comes and goes as he pleases,
He pleases when he comes,
He intoxicates me,
He is a drug by any other name,
He has me addicted,
I shiver,
I shudder,
I scream,
I freeze,

Little tremors from my inside out,
He stares deep into my eyes,
For the mirrored expression of lust,
He is conceited,
He knows he is that good,
He plays hard to get,
He is the god’s gift to women,
He is a ladies’ man,
He studies women,
He is untamable,
He is a man after my body,
My pleasure,
Nothing to do my heart,

Tonight he is gone,
So is my pleasure,
I need a fix,
I call him,
Just to hear her moan,
On his end of the phone,
I was just another,
He is at work,
On another,
He is good,
He is conceited,
He is a ladies’ man,
He studies women,
He is untamable,
I’m not the lady of his night,
Not tonight,

He will be back,
To give me a fix,
To leave,
He can’t be tamed.

© varvara lamzana