A lost nymph

Oh, that whore. How I longed to be with her. And now that I am with her, all I really think about is the next girl, the next make-out, the next silhouette, the next curves, the next partner. She’s been acting all blushy blushy no sucky fucky all this time, when I know she could kill to go on that ride with me. She has been lusting for it since the very first time she set eyes on the virility of my smoke and heard the depth in my whisper. I see her melt like butter every time I walk to her. She’s a nymph grubbing for it and she is always trying to make me feel her heat. She’s been yearning for it and I can almost see her skin glisten with sweat whenever she sees me.
Like 50 once said; “She’s shaped like an hour glass and when am on that thing, time flies.” Ow, how I love this man for putting it this way-no homo. But, that girl has got “Bitch” written all over her face. She’s got “Bitch” streaming out of her pores and lighting up my day. She sips every fraction, segment, particle of my inner self in little glasses and then smashes those against the wall. But, still I don’t hate her. She is not a fake ass bitch. She is a bitch for real and I can feel it when she grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall on steamy evenings. But, I never completely give in. I just don’t. I know where am headed in life, and she just does not fit in. She does not feature in my itinerary.
So Girl, please, quit twirling your hair with your fingers, quit stroking my legs with your high-heels, quit licking and biting your lips when I stare at you, quit twisting your body in seductive angles, quit dropping your panties, and quit spreading your legs, every time you see me from across the empty room. Bitch knows that I love the game and that I like to play from time to time just to get my mind off things. I play and I play like a pro and I know exactly where to score the line with my cold arms and bitter words. I never cross boundaries or jump over barbed fences. So Girl, fuck you. Like Eminem once said; “Bitches, they come they go”. And so many have come and gone the past few months, shedding tears and memories at the crossroads.
This being said, however, I never leave them bitches in the lurch. They’ve been around me for a while, some even quitting all their bitching and claiming they loved me. Some saying that I am a pessimist. So now I am a pessimist? Fuck you, you dirty little skank. Quit begging for sex. I am not pessimist, am just realist. Quit that vibrator for a while and go sit on a dictionary. You are not fooling anybody, Sweetheart. You can fuck with those jerks’ minds but you are not tricking me. I’ve played this game countless times and I set the rules. And the rules state that you should now Fuck Off. And, don’t even get me started on your friends, because they make you look good.
Still, I need you to know that I’ll be there for you at the drop of a dime no matter what. Notice here how swiftly I switch sides. All you got to do is remain calm and let me take control over your mind and your soul. Let the heat guide you. You still have everything a woman could wish for, so fuck everything else, forget about me, let go of things you could not get your hands on and reach up high because you can and you will. I know you will. If you don’t, you will just end up running head long into oblivion.
And if any of those dry snitches run their mouth about our little arrangement over here, they shall taste my wrath and their fractured jaws shall help them reminisce every time they manage to muster the guts to take a look in the mirror.