the inside me

you might think im joking
and tooting my own horn
i will just begin

you were not the first
of the ladies plenty
i couldnt count the numbers
nor would you want me to compare

i am a cauldren of excess
quality impure
lucky i could think of it
or damn infatuation

ive been so had and noticed
but alone instead
that i cant enjoy them forever
i am not at a loss

i regret my slaving
over skin and technique
i may be good @ loving
but damaged here inside

ive had my share and yours
one for every year
the babes were gorgeous
and never did i cheat

they deserved the finest
i brought them some
but i swear to you
tried to make each peak

i loved it at the time
a fetish, orgasmic plan
doesnt seem so sinful now
to make them smile below

you may think me unclean
or as if they were the prey
i never thought it wasted
i never thought it planned

i just had an endless search
for the one that was forever
i think ive found her now
and my quest is over

ive waited nine whole years
to fall in love again
matured and growed up now
id die to loose her trust

i have a sure thing coming
a pleasurable delight perhaps
or a seat in coach
all the way to hell

so i wanted to thank you
all you from my past
who waited and came with me
to see if i could compete

i only am the one im now
wraught by your warm chisels
you kept my fire billowed
an inner-oven-heated clay

i leave my past wholheartedly
starting now anew
i give up my whorish ways
and think of today