Her beauty lies in the clench of her fist

The power of her strike and sting

Of skin

(but never too harsh)

She makes me cry

Tears of the flesh, for strength of

Mind she conquers

(with my own conceit)

And body no barrier

For her tirade and advances.

Don’t tease me

(more than I crave)

And don’t love me

Any more than I want you

To hate me.