Concentration at a minimum, I regained my focus realizing that I had feel, under the spell, of your body's hocus pocus; hypnotizing hips,and honey coated lip licking made me forget,about things to which, I was already committed.

Taking the road most traveled, I chose to be baffled, by your beauty and like the rest, I engulfed myself with the possibility of a union communion of bodies and souls:

But could you be, the singing siren luring me to an early grave, Or might you be, the woman I need queen of my emotional enclave.

Begging my wondering mind to behave;I arrived at a conclusion called utter disillusion; confusion abounds when true love is found, but I'm down for whatever.

When I'm alone I think of clever ways to amuse you, not that mack daddy shit that you're used to because I'm not a boy I'm a man strong enough to hold your hand even when my friends are looking;

But I'm not asking anything from you just keep on being what I'm seeing and the feelings will shine through the fact is, I find you to be cosmically conceived, and divinely designed something so fine could not come from human minds,you must be God's favorite wine sent to intoxicate

This manbut the plan, I devised ends with me touching with This handsinking deeper inside as we slide like Quicksand I'm feeling the vibe though I've tried to with stand what no mere mortal can.

Picturing myself tapping you on the shoulder, inviting you over or making you smile from something I've told ya;but I ease up butterflies in my stomach cause me to freeze up meanwhile, she's up, and leaving and I stand there grieving;

Because I could not speak...