Emotional High Maintenance
It’s not your money
It’s not your job or your car
It’s not your place or your body
It’s not even your face
It’s how you look at me and see a beautiful, women in me
It’s the way you speck, the way the words come flowing out of your mouth
It’s not how much you work, how much money you make
Its how much time you have to spend with me
It’s not the amount of money you spend on me, not even what you buy me
It’s how you remember what I like
Emotional I am
I need love & affection
I need attention & sexing I need your moth words to touch & roll all over me get inside my head & own me
I’m so high maintenance when it comes to theses emotions
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.