She rapes my mind as She walks with Her,
Her body in need and mine with want.
I would, if I could with my very hands
choke the life from She.

pure with passion and innocent in intent,
She took the very virtue of my thought.
I, a man, if I be, should lay before Her my tounge,
but would Her heart heed to my words.

both nite and day, come rain, come shine,
She is there, to mark my breath with Her urine.
too many times and too many minutes go unanswered,
as She fights with Me, with Her, for Her and wins.

She or Me, Her words grope at my heart,
Her deceptions or my own foolishness bounds me,
still reaking of the times I was the zealot.

why do not Her eyes see my moral nature,
nor feel the belligerence of my thoughts of Them.
I would, if I could with my very hands
Choke the life from She.