• Please tell the warmth in your bed I said
    Inform the press and the body pressed next to yours I dont fit your form.
    Because I do not negotiate with concubines.
    Make your bed. Remember who slept there. Then sleep in it.
    My imprint is still as clear as the day I made it.
    I am still every grain of sand in that hour glass.
    And I am still worth the weight of each and every one.
    I do not turn the tables with my body.
    I have fed a stray and kept him in my midst.
    But you cant teach an old dog new tricks.
    I have Taken in a human confession and forgave him for his sins.
    Find me an alibi.
    Because from where I stand, your moral compass has set its course into her bed.
    And I will not be another conquest.


    So I seal this for what it is.
    You are exactly the monster I pictured.