love for some, play for others
some people's cup of grown play fun,sleeping around, always with others.
being all used up, home they run,
relieving doubts, "of course we're lovers."
but for their love there's always competition.
honest feelings?, no guarantee
why slime could land the part.
and it's always another's audition,
love pleading?, that isn't for me
time to stand and start.
tyke
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