Cut the lights, God, I know I want them not.
Such brightness will set this good night at naught.
You must understand there’s no good reason
for girls like her to grant me a season.
Her time better spent on the alpha men,
she’ll not waste her life here time and again.
She will up and go at first sight of light
though try to reason her I know I might.
Never again will I see that splayed hair;
no more need to libidinally err.
No more gasping at the nape of her neck,
no more whispers to verbally bedeck.
Better off for the wanderings of mind;
pretty girls are so distractive: entwined
in my thoughts like a lecherous being.
No more this phoenix will I be seeing.
But oh! She stirs, she arcs her arm up high
and her lovely demands I shall supply.
I would be best off with a detachment;
stem the sting of feelings acidulent.
Reinforce that nothing will come of this:
an instrument of momentary bliss.
“Hey there cutie, I didn’t hear you wake.”
“I was pleading the dawn to lie in state.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t lie for too long now;
I’m starving and it’s time for some chow.”
“And after breakfast, your plans for the day?”
“With you, silly!” she said with dismay.