Moonlit Rationale

In the moonlit haze, the argument unfolds,
Their words like daggers, stories untold.
He sneers with disdain, his voice like a knife,
"Pussy and mouth are all you've got in this life."

She fires back, eyes fierce and bright,
Her sharp retorts cut through the night.
"You think you're a god in the bedroom’s light?
Let’s break it down, expose your plight."

Missionary, he thinks he’s grand,
But his weight is too much, hard to stand.
He grunts and sweats, believing he's strong,
But she just lies there, praying it’s not long.

“You’re heavy and clumsy,” she sharply retorts,
“Your rhythm’s off, like a ship without ports.
You thrust and groan, think you’re the best,
But honestly, I’m bored and unimpressed.”

Doggy Style, his favourite pose,
He thinks he’s primal, but the truth shows.
His thrusts are weak, his hands unsure,
She fakes the moans, and endures the chore.

“You think you’re a beast, so wild and free,
But your thrusts are lazy, barely reach me.
I arch my back and beg for more,
But your half-hearted efforts make it a bore.”

“You’re weak at that Cowgirl shit,” he spits,
“Pretend to control, but I see your fits.
You think you’re hot, riding high,
But it’s all for show, you don’t even try.”

She rides and moans, puts on a show,
While he just grins, lazy and slow.
“I work so hard to make you feel,
But you’re just there, it’s hardly real.
I ride and grind, do all the work,
While you smirk and sigh, you lazy jerk.”

Reverse Cowgirl, she turns away,
Prefers not to see his dismay.
She bounces and moans, pretends it’s good,
While he just watches, Miss Understood.

“You love the view, think it’s grand,
But I’m just wishing for a better man.
You touch my body with eyes full of greed,
While my fake pleasure, fulfil your need.”

Spoon, where comfort should reign,
But his fumbling hands bring her pain.
He gropes and sighs, lost in a dream,
While she lies there, stifling a scream.

“Your hands are clumsy, your touch unsure,
You think it’s tender, but I endure.
I crave connection, but you just drift,
In a sea of dreams, a lonely rift.”

“You can’t even focus in Lotus,” he scoffs,
“Your eyes are closed, you drift off.
You mumble words, think you’re profound,
But I’m just lost, not feeling bound.”

“You think we’re deep, in this embrace,
But your closed eyes, an empty space.
I seek your soul, but you’re not there,
In this sacred knot, you’re unaware.”

“Your strength’s a joke, you barely hold,
I fear you’ll drop me, you’re not bold.
You think you’re manly, but I just doubt,
Your fragile ego, your constant pout.”

“Your touch is cold, your heart is gone,
In this embrace, I feel alone.
You think it’s love, but it’s a lie,
In side-by-side, I just want to cry.”

Bridge, he tries to support her plea,
But his hands are weak, can’t handle her ecstasy.
With thrusts that falter, kisses that miss,
She longs for a passionate, real kiss.

“Your hands can’t hold, your thrusts are weak,
You miss the mark, it’s the passion you seek.
I arch my back, I cry in vain,
But you just fumble, causing pain.”

“Your eyes are empty, your soul’s not here,
In face-to-face, it’s only fear.
I seek your heart, but you just hide,
In this embrace, I feel denied.”

He’s silent now, no words to say,
Her sharp retorts have won the day.
But she’s not finished, not just yet,
One final blow, her voice a threat.

“You think I’m nothing, just pussy and mouth,
But in bed, you’re the one heading south.
I fake the pleasure, hide the pain,
While you just bask in your own vain.”

In every pose, in every dance,
She’s there, pretending, giving him a chance.
But now the truth, laid bare and cold,
Their toxic love, a story untold.