Daytona State College
I have known you for less than one year,
Although it feels like many more.
Yet in this small time I have learned to fear,
That you may walk out the door.
Your embrace is comforting,
Your lips are like feathers against mine.
Your mind is a maze; I am always left wondering;
But I have heard bad of you through a grape vine.
Your lips have not kissed just one,
Your arms have held more than one can count.
You have been around; 15 women and sum,
All of which were of considerable account.
How can I believe that I am different to you than the others?
I know I am not; I am simply just one of your many lovers.