Love Poem: Cinqku of Her

Cinqku of Her

She
brought with her
roasted chicken.
I opened my mouth and
shut it.


Her
sweetest lips
come to kiss mine
as her white teeth was so
unbrushed.


With
nudity
she gained my lust.
Which causes me to run 
away.


Her
present worth
a great value.
Knowing fully she is
a whore