"Promiscuous"
Promiscuous
You’re so promiscuous but I’ll never let you go…
Even though you give your kiss too quick to any man who would propose…
I’ll be damned if you don’t know just how I feel before I close.
You’re so promiscuous…but I couldn’t do without you I suppose.
…
How many men did you love before me?
A great many them flung off your top for free…
Gripped your bottom half and made your wet pores leak.
Then I’d play your next victim…you’d sing for me…
but your song would only serve to make more see…
that I’m powerless against you because I was born weak.
Our meeting was a fated cliché…slated for des…ti…ny
Yet, I couldn’t foresee that you would adore me.
I feel a certain way about it and it could be sorely
Though the jury’s still out on…if I follow your lead…
or do I control you and…you support me?
I don’t know…but sometimes…
I feel like I’m possessed by you.
Like I’m obsessed to profess and confess my truths
and your smile relieves stress…caresses my roots…
flowing from top to bottom…left to right too.
Still…there is no amount of metaphor I could use to describe you.
You enable me to pour my heart out…
sometimes my soul.
With no you I’m leaving parts out…
now I am whole.
So…yes…
You’ve been touched by many men…
but…when I embrace you…I’m giving in again.
I don’t know how they treat you but I hope to contend…
and let you bleed beauty till your eloquent end.
So I dedicate this to you…my love…
my pen.
