Masochist

Nimbly she moved towards eternity,
Her horizon extended never to score a goal.
And his attempt miserably failed.
"Scrubber" he shouted, "You are that"
A moon beamed on her cheeks,
A flash twinkled in her eyes,
Pearls rushed out of her mouth,
Fragrance beautified her lips.

"Nomy dear", she cajoled.
The masochist in him rose,
He had contempt on his body,
He implored with disgust,
"Forgive me, dear, I am selfish"
She had a melody of birds
She had the softness of feathers,
She sang..
He fell.
That ws the end of a masochist.