ones own...

close is the one thing that'll end the individual...

losing self as comfort lays in the balance of principals...
surrender or remain as self wanting to live...
in luv with the simple life pausing the sex drive...
face the curtains alone or deal with whoever stands in the way of happiness...
from scrappiness to crappiness having an issue with all the sappiness that caters to sadness...
the feeling of alive will leave well enough alone...
standing in ones own...
flush is the incentive of a friend that wants more than a use...
loose ain't free of time spent that has no clue...
when a groove finds moves laughing n being grown...
skin is the factor of touch that resists the flow of luv shown...
interest steals grounds as compatibility trims the bush...
then down goes the heart as relations are forced to the rush...
complicating the sensitivities of what is it one truly wants from actions...
seeking satisfaction of multiple purposes that invade privacy's interactions...
lusting over likes or allow the distance to close for pleasure's glow...
living on ones own...
others need emotion to endure the collision stripping sense of matters that linger...
stretching the extremities releases the attachment of attractions that results in a stinger...
crossing the  threshold of no man's land lands the curiosity of joining forces too soon...
making arrangements unfortunate jus giving into sexual tendencies that bang with a boom...
smiling faces are hard to let down on the teeter where a piece of mind is said to be...
yet, trust checks mates reaching for the heart's dream...
as space upon tongues gives ideas of relocating home...
tempting ones own...