Back 4 more?

Why do you come back for more? After all you were once my chore, my exercise and my delayed ok. I enjoyed our time, only when you came through, stayed a while or continued to the next day. I treated you wrong, that is for shure. But as I get older, I wonder what will come out of this event...she'll be back for more.

Funny, how women can be dogged to the last straw, and still have an ounce of hope that they can come back for more. Perhaps he'll change, or I hope he'll wake up. I cant get it. If I like you I would have shown it. Or would it be just a time for me to be once again the brotha that you love to hate. I am not a player. I am not a beast. I am just a guy who can't seem to sleep. I often spend my most restless nights when I am alone. I pick up the celly only finding that no one is home. I fear the Lord and being alone. So why do I choose to be the single man? Is it because they come back for more, or could it be that I am just another whore. I love the way she makes me feel, until the jisim falls down my leg. Then, for kicks, I'll make them beg. Perhaps for another round or for a hug or two. I don't like you chick, I just wanted to screw. All night I find a way not to get attached, but just when the goings gotten good. I finally have met my match. Am I just a tease, or is she turning me out. Scream, I boast! Show me a sign that I match up to this heavyweight bout. The champ I was until she came along. Now I understand that old James Brown Song. Please, Please, Please...keep doing what you are doing. This is more than love, this just aint screwing. Now this is what I am talking about, this is old fashion sex. Where the sheets are off and the bed is wet. This is the groove that I love so much. She knows how to make me moan...I can't believe she only cost $100 bucks. Yeah I said it, I paid for the puddy. Now I am old, mature and one step away from the golden years. But I am only holding back my sorrows and these platinum tears. I am retired from the club and those ghetto days. Only to find myself in a 30 somethin lifelong maze. I wonder if I can make a change. Flip the house around and keep the guests amazed. Can I shelter my assets and balance my books, can I still kick game like bailifs know crooks? Am I witty an wise like the elders from before...or will I call her back, to enjoy the puddy once more. I digress, I get bald, I am a prune and I die.

Unhappy, upset and with a lazy eye. Focused on my life and scrolling through the years. It was the good ones that got away and the bad ones who were around for years. They should have been kicked to the curb, castaway from the shore. But my stupid ass invited them Back 4 more.