I get undressed, to rest
She gets undressed to impress,
I show my chest, she shows her breast
Now comes the worries and my stress.
I try to go to sleep, but I cannot
My body is now wide awake,
Is there a plot, must I tie the knot
Or, must I always be teased with an ache.
Randy L. McClave
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