Cycle

An orgasm was the highest we could reach,

Educator but he declined that I teach,

& To him my emotions always sounded like a speech,

They often do say you should practice what you preach.

& I can finally say I have,

So for his ego I do reach.

For it is the constant destroyer of our love,

The typical hide & seek,

See he was my favorite freak,

& Today we never speak,

But our flow was temporary,

It would never last beyond a week.

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