Jus breathe...

I don't wanna be ur situation... A bad habit... I'm more like an emotional getaway... A sexual computability on the raw end of dag nabbit... Sneakin in on ya tender zone... Evaluated n checked off as grade A meat... Comin from every angle on life to wind me up here... Jus breathe... I need a minute before I can feel u up to gettin to bringin me out... Lemme be a friend prior to divin in... Expectin more than the mental vision of a lil place called home... Bared... I can't be owned... Feel that n u can relate to birds flown like doves runnin from the inner makings of the looney coupe... Like over luv... I said it n there is no oops... Words need no tongue the way motion needs the tongue to make it feel so good... I ain't urs other than to enjoy an easier way to live... Or ya might find yourself somewhere I once stood... Step in ya own moment n add to u... I'mma do the same on my way to the best thing I can put in place for personal use... Who I am is not a weapon in which I will give u to use against me... Show ya fuckin face!!! I don't wanna be somewhere imma havta leave... Fuck the feelin of hate...