Grew up seeing the tears from those seen for only sex
and the pathetic flex that turn the blessed to a hex
so I made a deal with me to never play the "who's next."
Though the world changed too quick
everyone understands the language of the dick
cheating speaks to the beauty not a fragile ego full of shit
but, no, not me over a decade alone and when it comes to this
what I miss is, the taste of the night filled with the slow, endeavour fuelled licks.
But I cant seem to escape the power play
the leash that turns to a whip, unable to enjoy the trust of the day.