He treated me like Genie;
Would have given me the world if I asked him too.
But I was modest.
Even when I hit his bong.
-Because I got high fast.
-And that’s never fun….
Not for a group of stoners.
-Everyday I love him more.
He was more of my speed.
-Young (30). Funny (like me).
And he was Hip (possibly a millennial
— I didn’t google the year to see).
He didn’t take well to my direction,
And for that….
He turned me “ON”
more than just a little bit.
High as my body temperature
And Quickly; we found love in each other
Like God said we would do.
Although uncomfortable at first
…I learned to let my guard down
(Just as men have barber shop conversations… women have their deepest conversations underneath the dryer… it’s the place we have to sit the longest.) We open up, and we share our personal lives; you hear our true emotions … it’s Iike a therapy session.)
Hope you enjoyed the poem folks !!!