Unspoiled memories
preserved in a canny mind,
in a container with sweetness
it is lined
Filled with the love
and beauty
of time,
all the ingredients are fresh
and prime
I wonder who\'ll
be next in line,
to help me fill
this container
of mine
I don\'t need any men
to be too corny
or cute,
I don\'t want to see
your birthday suit,
I\'m not storing
hanging fruit
For you women
that\'ll be fine,
when it comes to you
it\'ll be hard
when I lay it
on the line