You're a tramp, a gigolo, a siren.
Teasing, promising, whispering,
Trying to lure me into your arms,
You climb eagerly into my bed.
You will stay until morning.
Only to abruptly tug back the covers and
Depart for other places at
3 A. M.
Leaving me staring wide-eyed into the darkness.
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.