Keeper

Mothers words still ringing in my ears
you want to find yourself a keeper dear
you'll be left on the shelf like auntie FLO
shes going on again, ouch my aching soul
 
did she know how hard i tried
that cool look in bitches coven times
a fine line with a touch of class
to hook with the flash of tits and ass
 
domesticity a stamp that holds on fast
wrapped to rip like the Christmas parcel pass
a sex slave thats not been neutered
the package comes is this my future
 
the easy chat and innuendo's banter
finger nails to equal any panther
the face you wear for that harder try  
nothing ventured lonely sighs
 
its strings the future knot you hope to tie
knots of your mind  intertwined  
the sealing wax a man supplies
the first impressions that never lied
 
tracking right to your front door
dont leave on the step or in the porch
Wells Fargo sun tanned testosterone  
signed the pad with the number of my phone