Today

He thinks he is in love with me
Because today I am his fantasy
Right height, right complexion
Right size, soft skin
Beautiful smile, sexy voice
Nice teeth, cute feet
Smells good enough to eat
Can't resist, you can't compete

Today I'm on his mind
He needs to see me
Wants to touch
His nature rises when I'm near
Can't stay away, but not to fear

For now I am all he wants
He is addicted to his lust
He thinks it's me that drives him wild
But that is just his inner-child
So immature, Can't hear the word no
He's not ready to grow
But I am no hoe

You're busy tossing and turning
Spying and crying
Envying, hating
Though you'll lie and deny it
Plotting and scheming
Oftentimes screaming
I'm sitting here laughing
My conscience is clear

I've got him wide open
He's getting in deeper
We're about to climax
He thinks I'm a keeper
I'm sure gonna miss
All of this attention
But it has to end soon
He hates when I mention

The clock will stop ticking
He'll run out of steam
Tomorrow will make this all
Seem like a dream
When tomorrow comes in
She'll aggressively enter
And he will be distracted by her presence
As if I were never here.

What Is Love, Really?

What is love, really?
Is it one dozen stolen moments in time
Where one shows great affection in secret?

Lies, sneaking and hiding
Looking for those rare opportunities
To hold her, kiss her or look into her eyes?

Standing at her door nervously
Hoping no one notices
How you cannot seem to stay away?

Is that love?
Or is it shouting from the rooftops what you truly feel?
Is it having the courage to openly pursue something real?

Knowing you may be rejected, is it coming clean?
In hopes of sharing something pure that is not obscene?
Or do you selfishly try to live two lives, stagnant between?

Can love be just like the way some are addicted?
Minds so cluttered and it's hard to concentrate?

Or the way that your heart goes pitter-patter
Before you ask that woman out on a date?

One thing for sure love cannot be;
One afraid to give it all up for me