You know your way to hell,
It faces you each day.
The road least taken,
Somehow is less forsaken,
Yet when you ask her,
Well you never know what you're going to get.

Then there is a time to just reflect.
Yea, you fucked up,
Too rough, didn't ask her name.

Promises made in the heat of passion.
Forgotten the very next morning.

Friends lover, for you to discover.
Frenzied feed under the cover.

Mothers milk temps you,
Quick embrace and hers is no disgrace.