Roamed Struggles:3 of 6

Screw saying you look beautiful
My target was smokin’ hot as hell,
With trending sparks of a twerking rolling thunder
In her groovy vibe, she invited I, into her space
Her body was warm, I felt it
A beautiful smile, filled with empathy fatigue
I was right, she was the one for the night
My struggle was to come to an end
No worries of a next day, occupied my mind
It was a day, previously cursed by many,
The next day was no more
I went to their rescue: The day was Monday
I took Monday out of the week,
And I assassinated it
Excellent marksmanship I possessed
Cheers of happiness they all had,
I could not resist joining them, in their misery
Happier I felt, I did it for I
No more fooling around occurred
There I stood, xeroxing into the target
Struggling to sway her slender body,
Towards mine
In return, I passionately rocked,
Rolling myself towards her
Lights were wickedly dim,
Setting an elegant mood of seduction
Emotional detachment, was a necessary virtue