options...

we all have options...

n not all of us has opened up with caution...

knowin there are emotions that give off toxins...

as every one of us looks at the concoction...

knowin eyes are watchin...

jus wantin the nerve to be on n poppin...

as the decidin vote if friends were to get past the precautions...

life wouldn't be so obnoxious..

as there would be no stoppin...

on beds there'd be floppin...

with playfullish rompin...

.as rivets like motion sound of as if stompin...

poundin through the chest hopin...

skippin beats to the need of wants moshin...

collidin to agree without the like of luv there's nothin...

comin to life through the passion...

givin chasin to what comes by every so often...

makin the norm of somethin so foreign...

lightin a candle with a bit of arson...

gettin jus the right portion...

as fingertips ease in to the touch softened...

it's jus who's what on the tips of the climax toppin...

with guards slowly droppin...

n comforts are no longer shoppin...

in tuned with feel of two bodies pausin...

we all have options...