Win It.

Their bodies intertwined,
his breath upon her skin,
and no, she wont give in.
She's relaxed and she's reclined,
but she's used to his kind.
This one he has to win.

Comfort and love differ.
She knows this as a fact.
Just going through the acts
wont suffice for her.
(More than) his presence should occur.
He should fill what her heart lacks.

Come on, boy, win her love.
She knows what youre made of
and she wants what you want.
It's just stamped on her heart in a less-bold font.
Get closer to her heart to read it.
Once you have, you have succeeded.

*Amber