A car crash or train wreck?
Just two souls that impact.
For a moment or for a day, they twist turn and play.
They go from nothing to blissful extreme neither knowing what It means.
But both just hope that it's for real and not a fleeting inbetween.
The dawn comes once or maybe twice and she looks and thinks "oh well he's nice" .
However the hormone machine in overdrive begins to frame and classify.
To old, to thin, to fat, to short and is that a mole or a ****** wart.
A few days more reality bites he's not the one to hold you tight.
He didn't do any one thing wrong other than the posing thong!
Move on, next please another guy for you to tease.
To show you wares, flutter your eyes and if he's good between your thighs.
We are all the same girl or boy we use each other as simply toys.
It's not were bad or any such it's simply that were damaged goods.
We pay each day for lessons learnt from others for whom we really yearned.
The dilemma now is simply this:-
Every other is a different kiss, a different taste another ego it's simply not "A Lover to go"
So of you pop and choose the next to be the filling in your  train wreck.