Put some cautionary notes in my head,
Chills going down my legs and running to the bed,
Lovely things in my heart and it said til we apart,
It is cause I make this anew and yeah I do get this part,
If you ain't talking part-time by me,
To sneak with you and gulp deeply,
Too soon to confess to see me here,
So lonely that you need me there,
Plus I know you did it for us,
But when you said I don't trust,
And then you said just me and you,
Cupid would never let us through,
This is a purpose of mine,
To fall in love with men and wine,
They feed me something better than,
the chasers ought to be my friend,
To fall for the sad somes in bed,
That calls my name quietly instead.
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What Does Men Got to Do With it
PoetryAs a youngster who have met countless of different men writes to express the deets of the minutes that has something to do with men.
