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FOR THE PRESENT


My body is a gift
I give to only you
And we both enjoy the lift
Of what we two can do

My body is my own
No other man it is around
As I am here alone
You head off to your town

And in your house is her
Your roommate that you live with
As things go on as they were
I have to take away my gift

I love you very much
I want to be there with you
But I cannot have that touch
Until you're coming through

With moving out of her place
And bonding here with me
You've seen the tears roll down my face
As I bring you our ecstasy

Now, I'm not trying to force it
Denying our love making
Just for the present divorce it
Because I cannot take the kind of aching

That it brings to my heart
Because it's way more than sex
Love together then move apart
Where my feelings I project

That you're a good man
Holding me close in bed at night
But you don't understand
It's not the way to treat me right

A woman wants to be exclusive
This woman wants to be owned
And to me it is abusive
Making love to me then living at her home

You are my guy
I do want to be kind
You put the sparkle in my eye
My eyes that are not blind

To the rain that falls in me
Because of this passion I feel
When we are sleeping peacefully
After touching's made us real

Real and close
Skin touching each other
Loving you the most
Not sharing any of me with another

That's the way it must be too
For us to make love again
That in our world is me and you
There's no room for your friend

We have to step back to just affection
Not touch each others private places
We do need the correction
If a future's to be what one faces

And I will miss making love
Sleeping in a bed with you
That special gift from above
That makes one from two

We still can embrace and kiss
We can continue to be best friends
Your maleness I will miss
Until your staying with her ends

As you don't want me mean
I don't want to hear the excuses
So until at her house you're not seen
My body's not for your sexual uses.


6/13/2007 2000 cj







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