"Keep It Moving" (a poem)

He comes in the night

She draws back her curtain

His words are convincing

Still she feels uncertain

He says "No drama"

and has no shame

"Don't hate the player

Hate the game.."

What she does not see 

Behind the screen

A human typist

and low self esteem

His ego is grand

When his face is hidden

and he'll go to places

That were once forbidden

His philosphy of life

Reveals his true weakness

His time in life spent

With little achievement

His friends list revealed

He reads like a book

If she is fast and easy

He drops the hook

but a Man, proudly certain

will sets his sights high

and will not settle

for a quickly raised thigh

Great effort produces

The highest aquisition

His desire aroused

By his soul's intuition

To conquer the woman

He most admires

Affirms to his soul

Worth of all he aspires

Perhaps in time

He will know his value

Look for depth in his life

and the Love he is due

Until then he'll continue

The pseudo expert of seduction

With the women in his path 

Victims of his destruction

Take heed willing lady

If His worth is left unproven

Save yourself the heartbreak

and  tell him... "keep it moving..."