All that Temper (explicit)
I hate you, love you
Another bitter deep-set clash
Red jealousy in suspicion’s mash
Her mockery let his honor crash
He’d have killed her in a flash
She recalled his quirks with spite
A hellish rage gripped him tight
She mocked his fall from height
He knelt to seize her huge behind
The raven-haired, lustful bride
He tore her clothes aside
Tired of her nagging game
She too was ready for the same
What a surge of emotion’s tide
Just two minutes, he couldn’t wait!
Far to good was the untamed ride
A mutual climax, side by side
They praised their fiery blend
A moron not to comprehend
Desire beats cool reason’s intend
Passion unites what cold hearts rend
(c) Peter Pitschmore