The Paramour

Paramour Your lover is a traveler Who can only spend one night You’re their hotel room And you’re tired of such a Disdainful sacrifice Never any public display of affection Because you’re not their prime collection Perhaps it’s time for introspection No holding hands No kisses and "see you soon” At the airport Every time your lover leaves You feel like a desolate fort That the General said “abort” Abandoned as when the land is in a drought And when you come out And say what you are feeling Your lover is always in a hurry And is only concerned about Sexual healing You want a do-right partner Who you can go to bed with every night And rise with in the morning light And when you take hold of your True desires and be inspired Elevation will take you higher and higher