Algebra Love

Carried over from what's left, divided by four

Divide the night into separate feelings
First booze with gentle breathing
Loose change from whiskey spinning
Count the cost in the morning thinking

I separate my head from heart
Tantric sex right from the start
Actions and emotions knowingly depart
Love to love a new loves parts

Maths and love are the universal languages
3 equals an interesting sandwich
Stuffed and full of loves promise
But 3 is odd and one gets jealous

Complex algebra hurts my dyslexia
Numbers twisted and love letters give me insomnia
Late night loving lost to dementia
Forget morning maths when love is the sum of all hysteria

I laugh myself off with a calculator screen
5318008 upside down spells boobies
I look placid and soft but you work out if I'm hard and mean
Calculating with smiles at the hot young cuties