Angles of retreat...

Finding reasons not to tangle with luv... Afraid to commit to someone who doesn't understand the individual within has gone untouched... As eyes pierce the skin lurking in the shallows crawl... Yet, I'm on another level of being a man that can withstand the vaginal walls... The trap the lures the initial mindset in... As my worth isn't upon the surface nor buried within the joy of a woman's twist... So alone is the remains to build the courage up... Even though the thought is as scary as wanting the need of the rush... Outside of relations I creep on a low as I slide through the crowd... Listening to voices come from mouths that sprak out loud... Finding self turning on the pivet at any moment to run away... Saving self from the lack there of length to the distance beneath passions flame... N it can be the pettiest thing I can use to close the door... Even staying clear of sexual interactions wanting so much more... As the head shakes of how much longer will it be before the valves open for old faithful wake the fuck up... To go with the pleasure of how a stranger can none more than the anticipation of lusts...