Its morning, as we lay A man's wife sits in worry, Her hubby, dipping In other women, The finest flock Of dimes, sharing Time with each race, Their faces differ in shade Yet sex drives remain In neutral, truly ruling out charm as an influence, explosive sex, proven signs of fulfillment, hospitalized for guilty pleasures entertained in the night, for my mother's sake I protect sickness from family, sexual fantasies defines me, as we lay