Maintain
365 days in a year
24 hours in a day
8 spent with massa
2 for play
The rest spent prepping for the next day

Time spent is void
Of foreplay
Trying to scrape
Remaining clothes away
The Mrs. And me
Are now complete
But
Are we?

Frequent flyer miles
Are our online
Profiles...
Vacant smiles
Can't log on now
My wife is in town

Show me respect
Love me
Place nothing above me
Except
Gods Blessings

And

For that you get
Every bit of me

Love, respect and honestly

I want you to feel
More than hip thrust
I want you to know how
My heart feels to touch

If that's not enough

Let's make life plans
Over lunch
On a foreign beach
Black sands
Out of distractions reach

You might start to love me
Which means more than
Ring tones triggered by groupies

Dick sized
To fit you
Need I continue?
Fuck another bitch to spite you?
Nah.. Not even with ass on my brain
It just won't be the same
Just, lust playing physical games

Fuck it.

I'm gonna have to maintain.