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