POETRY IN MOTION

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag of your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes,
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to hell.”

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.