Losing to Win

 

Give us this day
our daily bloodletting

She hits me in my intellect

A low blow for sure
and always my weakest spot

The one sided battle

quickly turns into a route
as she pummels
my male insecurities
like a coke crazed jazz drummer
closing out a set

She gets me up
off the foreplay mat

We have makeup sex

She lets me win at that

I can't wait for the rematch