And if you want to spice things up,
Date a man with vows,
That forbidden fruit,
The one every wandering eye lingers on,
Sweetest because he was never yours to taste.
Choose the one with children of his own,
Whose name is no longer spoken at home;
\"Dad\" is all they know him by,
The title that swallowed the man.
Try dating him,
The one for whom sleeping bare is ordinary,
Who will not rush to undress you,
As though forever had been promised.
He will take his time,
Unraveling every thread of your reason,
Offering a pleasure so intoxicating
It quiets even the loudest guilt.
He will leave you aching,
A fire buried deep within your spirit,
Your body will tremble at the sound of his voice,
For no touch thereafter will ever surpass his.