Poopy Face

I’ve been playing with words and patterns again. This one is all over the place and no title, or picture, seems to fit.  Ergo, I bring you ‘Poopy Face’

You’re appealing to the child in me;
your sense of nonsense ability
makes my sides ache.

Your passion feeds the whore in me;
incensed with full intensity,
makes the earth quake.

The feelings of the woman in me
sense incessant infidelity;
make my heart break.