May I be your patient. . .

Frequent conversation leads to abundant frustration

Scarcity however leads to much appreciation

Too bad I was blinded by the sedation of her face and

Wanted to share engaging conversations

Loving that she’s the doctor dictatin’ and operatin’

But too blind to see all her other patients

Too stubborn to heed to persevering patience

It would have led to exploitation of true presentation

See baby girl was only in it for the gratification

But I had to hook her cuz all my boys though that I was fakin

So I played the game and was fouled really flagrant

But didn’t give a fuck, I was cravin’ for her fragrance

All I needed was plausible penetration…

To my oblivion. Would have been much appreciated

So now I sit in blithe seeking emancipation

From the anticipation to be another patient

Inspiration: The lyricism of the first two lines.[ lol] I haven’t written any poetry in a while; tell me if you guys catch the substance of it.