I don’t like the thought of being owned by a breathing soul that loves many souls, it’s temperamental when you want a moment with her she’s taken by dozens and you won’t know if not what comes out of her to you is genuine for she practices for her many other souls and you may still be your own.

The lover I used to call my own has finally made up his mind It took him a while but I’ve always known he wasn’t mine but we shared some time together that made me think he was my own I kept his number all I saw was another I knew and we were close he thinks his grown and finally made his decision it’s another and now we can’t know each other like before.

My head is spinning around like a spinning wheel with it’s vivid ideas you’re watching me as I move, you seem to not see eye to eye you stop spinning me, like you’re not impressed with what has been seen that there could be more to give so you end the bridge like there’s no love to give to me and there’s no love to receive.

He said I know why you came
you heard I have that I’m fire, well you’re welcome to feel the flames, I love all my first timers, get comfortable I'm here for whatever your heart desires, call me your intriguer I can take you higher.

He said, I wanna make you sing to me as you toast love, I love it when you do some of the things I showed you, I think our love is forming but that’s what he owes me.