Collecting Things Poem by Christan Bowen

A monster opened her eyes
She went with boots up to her eyes
To my surprise, I was alive
and could feel her thighs

Underwater for so long
She's so sexy and strong
And doing me wrong
If i can hold on
It shouldn't take long

I woke up to her eyes
So close to mine
And the grind
and the time
I do not remember the wine

Her breath tickles my neck
Her hair falls all around
My fate was to be a victim of dissect
Occasionally
I hear her make a sound