GIGOLO

I met number one

When I was young and yet still a young boy

It was more of crush than being with the ONE

But then, just like a bubble so fragile she did burst my purple joy

Number two came strutting along pretty soon

All smooth, suave and candy like hot

Still young and green I could only stare and swoon

My heart freezes, while my pants at her sight went hot

Then I grew into my own by three

Fine chic I met sitting under a pine tree

We seemed destined for something solid

Until loving her became a bore and something less torrid

By the time I got to four, I  was more assured

It seemed easy making her come a-running

Great fun it was to see her unassured

Because on the wings was number five a-coming

It was more of a game by five

Like running your hand playfully through naked fire

This one though didn’t last long

Because like with fire, you don’t want to get burnt

Love was a distant memory by six

A concept we constantly scoffed at and scorned

We both just came along for the ride and a quick fix

No hurt feelings when our backs we abruptly turned

Oh yea! Love peeped and beeped at seven

Somewhat too late it seemed even

Life was too easy and fun to give up

So, this Love I had to crush and let up

A debonair and gigolo I was at eight

A long history I had of hearts cracked

By my making or not I don’t give a hoot

For me, why my brain do I rack?

But then came along my perfect strike number nine

Sucked in so swiftly and deeply into her nectar of illusory bliss

Now trapped and well strung out on a line

Waiting feverishly and hoping this is not the last kiss!

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