Orgasmic pleasures without the one you love, For what purpose? To satisfy arousal while bursting, Someone else’s bubble while you leave them crumbled on the surface, By rejections inevitable from your lack of search for the one? The golden hour for a broken heart is never cared for through lust, But, Sheer affection from another who will tend to each cut, And, Bruise too messy to deal with. All a mind shrouded by seduction will do is reel in, A booty call, Or, Two, When they’ve done with you! And, I’m not disposable. I’d like to think I’m a notable man, With potential to build more than inconsolable connections, That thrive on the idea of sex, And, Lies stemming from temporary reflections of admiration that’ll fade, After enough play. I might of grown up with my eyes in front of games, But, Nowadays I take control of my own flesh trying to pull me away, From the possibility of marriage, Family, What will truly pave the way for me to live happily ever after…
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