It could get easy

To get lost in your ways

So I limit

The moments spent

And the times that we play

That way no one gets hurt

When sex has run its course

And the interest fades

But the longer this goes on

And the more I try

To keep you in your

Neat little place

The more realization comes

How much I want

To have more of you

Than just bodily ways

By

Calder Wolfe