i fear who my hands jus may wanna touch... reachin to play with sexuality of another luv'r that will neva stay... to gettin emotional with someone new that simply doesn't know what to do with the feel willin to be opened up... as the mental aspect writes of how the thought gets in the way of free will wantin to escape n jus live before nothin good remains... tellin myself to stand down i'm scared of what immaturities can do to me... i don't wanna be ripped from limb to limb as a smiles intent laughs at me again... it's a fear of knowin not everyone's the same but bein unable to figure out ahead of time who is who prior to the wreckin ball swingin at the salvaged shell jus may take... i'm petrified on the contact of gettin comfy with the expressions comin from within as feelings are shown as a man... to tamper with what i've corrected at this stage of what it is i could use in my life would end me if it were jus another game... i'm too far gone to rely on the uncertainties comin along to squat for a bit... waitin on the next strom rollin through n pressin the issue of what is is i have to give to the shallowness of truths that catch a feel upon the surface... yet i'm ready if she is willin to choose me in the meetin in the middle of a depth defyin kiss... lookin down the barrel through her eyes into where the mind resides... i'm done with the chizzled perfection that jus doesn't exist... as long as imperfection can relate i'm certain i can give luv a chance to live beyond a set of lips...
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