Sweetest sweet concubine of mine

Sipping on this wine we refine time

Resigning to potion of this rocking motion

Exchanging glimpses of rain falling on oceans

Heated by the wonder of who will outlast last

Not ready to stop eating, continuing to move fast

Blasting into the convenience in storing, a-more-ay

Leaving the moment this picture becomes boring

Showing hands of love, but never holding

Folding tables and collapsible beds for shoring

Exchanging moods of horniness provoking poking

Shouts and Call backs for A’cappella renditioning

Leg, thigh, leg, or face to toe, toe to face positioning

Taking in and subcumbing to a steady auditioning

Love lasts for as long as we are blind to varieties

Graphics seen inbetween third eye’s screening

Making sure nothing comes between a good ole’ gaming

Treasure is lost and found in re-enacting lost pleasuring

Measuring the sizes and fluidity by sexual activities

Never be-fittingly belonging to a true mating, in linking

To busy quick fixing up temporary co-habitation fostering

We chase and trail but can never be caught, until

Days are fraught in broken sails or abilities to pull

Carrying dead weight in tow of too many episodes

Leaving us old and unable to trust, the gist of “us”

Old and Play’d like games once sold, and used

Parts now missing, heart’s reacting now ain’t skipping

Beating on old flames but burned by present conditioning

Blues in drumbeats from heart’s failed grades….incomplete

Thinking all it do was to add the taking of much love

Forgetting the be-attitudes of much given….is a requiring

Sang from trumpets in harmonicas, crying and questioning

Realized to late that the best love is a love actuality

Left out of date, all expiring , sour from a wilted flower

The playa’s creed, done left me lonesome

The playa’s creed, done increased my enemies

Game respects game, is what I use to spit

Now I’m play’d out, and left without happy endings

So all I can do is to keep on pretending,

no debt , In this playa’s ode