You can have her

Because my spine nolonger sings kumbaya when you wrap your hands around it

Your fingers nolonger have the strum strong enough for me to make splits nor twerk over a cold dick

I do not lose my breath. I simply get palpitations high because of the anxiety I get around you

So you can have her

She that makes your tongue spit so many lies

You can have her

She that somersaults over that cold dick and makes you feel like a tiger

You can have her

She whose waist beads soothe the heat of your horn

You can have her

She whose mourning serenades your ear

You can have her

If sex is all that matters