On the up...

I went down bcuz my money got fucked up... All in the due process of a lil thing that claimed to be luv... N now I'm on the rise like the sun... Layin beneath midnight with my funds climbin up... Fuck luv I jus want a friend..  Someone to make me wanna keep comin back for the extravagant event... Rolled n tangled in the sheets as we get a lil rest... Emotion is not a need it's a fuckin want...  Fell I did n the way I bounced has me wantin to brush off lusts.... Seems relations is a lil to much work to be self no longer on the hush... What to do, what to do..? Bcuz I don't see nothin wrong with feelin my way up on u... One on one with no attachments other than the fix without the luv... Fuckin with a crush... Playin in the tasteful delight as a comfort in life lent... I'm free n what I have is time still in my hands to spend... Lookin for a more peaceful way to live when it comes to relations that will always find its end... At the waste is truly the only way I wanna see u bent... Even at the knees as turns will be taken to unravel what hides beneath the levels of bs in the way... I jus wanna hear her say my name... Someone for me to play with as conversations are limitless with the moment of the tongues use... I jus wanna feel ur simultaneous body move... Takin to the likings of me... Seen as the one thing that teases her dreams... The way u push back into the thrusts slidin to the pulsations where the freak resides... All with jus bein me... Goin down on the up... As in the siftin of ur gears I become clutch... Bcuz friends keep the mind over the heart as time decides the direction of intentions... Without feelings bein henchmen...