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
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