Unicorn

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I didn't plan on taking this ride
But I always seem to be on it. The man on the side
Facing the chances of this, inescapable romantic? Sure.
Stay discreet. Unique in the dictionary is defined as pure.

Always start far past the line. Every new encounter I swear will be the last time.
Yet somehow I remain devout. They move on and the steady one has to step up his game when he finds out.
Learn how to hold her hand and touch her heart
Raise the standards of his part while I get dismissed as a lark

My biodad was the same way. I only met him six times, but genetics makes sure and nature has tragic tricks I find
Too much history walking this dotted line
Maybe it starts as just sex, but for me at least those dots connect
I s’pose by now I should just expect, never a morning after next

Shouldn't even express sorrow, no tomorrows when passion is hollow and intimacy is only borrowed

What's below and what’s above? Even if my life gets spared-- the time we share?
Is beyond compare because it's temporary
Fiery lust for them. So every moment is beyond bare
Show the fire, but they often hide the warmth….beware

Might work for them unduly. But yours truly can’t stop what's real, what I feel, I can't not care
Flirty walk is in my nature, dirty talk like a satyr, so unmuzzled
But I get so befuddled because I can't ever sleep with a woman, even just to cuddle
Without falling in love at least a little

But therein lies the riddle that I can't get past
Because I don't do anything half-assed
Can't even collaboratively write without walking that path
That's why every pen waltz covers so many artful ranges, heart chambers, even with a stranger, leaving no gaps

I act like I just feed on this, pleading fire release like Prometheus but real shit- Dionysus always gets the last laugh
So I try to just focus on keeping delight as vast as the night can last
Rapture is vertical, ecstasy is horizontal- more right and exact definitions…
So I take it full circle when I solve…

Rapture is walking in the door to push a Queen against a wall, ecstasy is what my tongue runs over every inch when I maul
Crawling like a panther, a tiger, always a wildcat reference I receive because I consume a woman's all
But no sooner do I feel her starting to fall…
Before I get the final call…

I'm not tooting my own horn… Fancy Man on the side is just another way to say unicorn
As if this were my only form. I was born to love. But I never got above the pattern that my whole life has been killing me
Steel hand, velvet glove? For real ma’am, when I knelt before your fuzz
I felt more than a buzz, and that's the rub…

You might've gotten well and awed, moved, grooved, unbelievably massaged and pampered
But like Aladdin’s lantern, that rub granted you 3 wishes and left me dismissed
Steamy vice. Sooner or later I always pay the genie’s price
Sugar and dynamite, delightful spice, by the end of the night I left a slice of what I can't get back, ain’t that nice?

Oddly I willfully stay to this path, but as I keep hearing from Crosby, Stills and Nash
“Well there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with”

Keep stoking fires and steam. Still deeply in love with my Tiger Queen… just a distant torch to carry for another who stayed married, should’ve stayed wary
Don't give me sympathy, nor envy, just spare me
Distraction, passion and furtive action doesn't change the path I’m on.
Nothing changes. Maybe you can relate to that, or maybe you’re one of the indignant righteous full of wrath

I’m not trying to justify, nor do I try to trust any sigh as something that might last
I'm just busting the bare facts.