Making love was easy for me
At least, it used to be
So many errant lovers I found
True love became difficult to see

The lips of a tender woman
Became an all-too familiar feeling
Convincing the feeling they gave me
Would prevent me from leaving

Best friends to complete strangers
Their passion all became the same
Regardless of the redundancy
*** was the only thing keeping me sane

Are men made for the comfort of a woman’s thighs?
Or are women inclined to rest upon a man’s pelvis?
This was never a situation of give and take
I never fail to get somewhat selfish

Contemplating at some times
Whether this life will lead me to my grave
Ignoring long term consequence
Just to make another ****** my slave

So, when this angel came along
Intimidated I was, to say the least
Expecting her to cut me down
Becoming my main source of grief

In the end, she gave in to me
Just another woman I fell into
Thought I'd never love again

Until I found myself saying “I do.”