Fervid.

Sugar Daddy

I come home from a long day

You've left me a gift

A present that you say

"Is to help after a long shift"

The money the gifts and everything you give

You say it gives you a reason, to live

But sometimes I guess I feel guilty

For using you and swearing fealty

When we both know when the door closes

I'm no longer yours

When the cash ends and we turn the bend

I'm no longer yours

But while it's flowing we can enjoy it

Bring home gifts, see if they fit

Anything you buy ill have no problem

But know it's only for materialistic gain

A no strings relationship

Money grabbing boy toy

I'm much too young to be coy

You're not family

You're just my sugar daddy

We both know the deal

Our faith it's sealed

So keep bringing it home

And my body you can steal

r.b

Background Story:

Pretty obvious this poems about being a sugar baby (someone who has a sugar daddy, I do my research okay). There's really not much to say in the words on a back story for this one, it explains itself.

Song was chosen for obvious reasons.

Hope none of you have one because honestly letting someone use you for money is glorified prostitution.