Lukewarm Porridge

Sex with you is like lukewarm porridge,

The three bears of your ego laughing,

your ex Goldilocks grimacing,

I'm too curvy to be her.

Stretch marks,

push up bra,

but she has perfectly rolled oats in her porridge,

she has hair like a mermaid,

and you barely have a hairline.

hair holds trauma,

so you hold her instead.

You're not used to a rack like this,

getting lost in the sauce?

You wanna tap that ass?

You didn't make her cum...

On to the next?

You like a girl that could pass as younger,

making you forget your youth is fading.

God you get off to disrespecting women because your daddy didn't love you back.

How poetic.

Choking on your porridge before you even make me finish,

always lukewarm,

without the hot water that real men use.