Moving on

We’ve been dating for weeks.
I’ve lost interest daily,
But I’m the only one.
She’s quick with a hug
And a kiss.
But her kisses
Taste like bubble gum
And her perfume,
smells like anise.
The sex is good,
But my comfort zone
Is not hers
And she’ll be bored soon.
Her fantasies are shocking
To me.
She wants to be choked
And slapped.
And I don’t.
She’s sweet though.
She loves football
And thrillers,
But hates horror movies.
She can read,
But doesn’t.
Reality tv is her opus.
Poetry is as foreign to her
As hieroglyphics.
But she is persistent.
She calls every day
And texts between.
I am with her
Because I am lazy
And the sex we have is good.
I imagine her past relationships
Were very bad
And the men she sought
Were very different.
I enjoy the worship,
But I feel disingenuous
I have already decided
To move on,
But am not sure when.