Mental Kryptonite

Reluctantly, where I had walls built up, I opened and let you deep within,

impressed by your smooth words and your touch.

I was scared because this was my first time. I knew (well I thought) you had no other concubines.

At first you were gentle, each movement was rhythmic, boy you had me tied up.

You were the water that flowed through my body like springs.

Whenever you came by my lustful nature would automatically chant moans that grew louder with every pulse.

Surely, I was longing for you because I knew you were longing for me, for us to intertwine, in my body's ravine.

I smile (oh there’s nothing more tempting than a woman’s smile) because I know that what we have going on right here, right now, is something like utopia.

OOoh when I'm around you it's nothing like a phobia.

Our conversations start out subtle, then the unimaginable happens; Our bodies start to erupt like a volcano.

But we failed to escape quickly so we started to ignite.

It was at this moment that I realized you were my mental kryptonite.

We both wanted it, but truth is you weren’t ready for the consequences, because now months later you’re no longer near.

All I have left is a reminder, you’re sown seed ..  my bundle of joy growing in here.

Wait…. That’s not how this poem ends, I woke up..  so your hearts can begin to mend.

I’m finally able to comprehend that this isn’t the way God has it envisioned …

But if I continue to on this path ill definitely screw up the mission.