He Wants

We all have our own brand
Turn your head to the better man
I may conspire and spin a tale
But you were missing out
On perhaps the real deal
Don’t skip a beat, lag behind
Dragging feet won’t be kind
The day has come to be quiet
Today I yield and then hide
There is no battle to win
Affections only tiny sins
So fill your cup with the nectar
His sticky sweet hunger
Every syllable yearns for you
The last ingredient in his soup

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