Athena d'or du désir, de l'adoration et la convoitise

[saintedward]

She calms me down as I get riled up and spin out of control.
Everything mixed in my head; mind running around like a bull, she comes to rescue me.

She wants a family.
She wants to be the mother of my Alexander.
She wants conquer me because I am Jerusalem.
She is my heroin and my Saladin.
Under her conquest, I triumph.

Torn in between life and death, she

Comments

[jdromine]

I had 2 different comments for this:

1.) I love the idea of a soul mate. Someone to compliment my weaknesses. Someone who I yearn to spend time with even if the times aren't so good. Someone who I compliment and make better. I really love the idea.

2.) This post is a limp dick. It is like a twinkie stuffed with dog shit. I mean, the only reason I can think of for this poem to exist is to wilt dicks.

[saintedward]

This is not about soul mate. You are dead on wrong. And "yearn" is a very queer word. Don't ever use it in front of me.

I wrote this to point out such a woman depicted in this poem doesn't exist. Poof! Nada!

Soul mate, pussy, fulfilling happiness from a relationship. They are all overrated.

And this is not a front. David can eat shit if he thinks so.