honestly speaking...

There are things a man gets used to once he opens up. Unspoken mentions of truths that move barriers from the depths of what could be luv. As the silence in his voice is the proof loosened up by expressions unable to hide. With a tongue that whispers so smooth to speak straight to a woman's mind. It's in these moments where he gets exposed the most. And if she isn't aware of the makings of a man, she'll in her own miss him reaching for a friend so he too isn't alone. There are tell all's that finely detail the presence of a man's intent. Shown with look in the eyes that simplifies his emotional defense. The guard crumbles into pieces slowly to allow his use to feel the sensitivity of a woman touching his skin. Taking the burden of a world so abrupt the furthest from his thoughts. It's when she creates a peace within him is when he can confide in her as he can comfortably surface to be seen without applause. In raw form, just living in a space two can share until time runs its course. And without saying a thing, it'll forever be something special to the point of always wanting more. There are glimpses of how a man shows imperfection that quietly define his own unique design. Giving a certain type of female an interest that wonders of his sighs. The kind that are caught up in the waiting for someone exclusive. Just so he can truly live. Just to breathe without ridicule. Too be wrapped up in a crave with a luv'r who isn't so cruel. Proving daily that actions are what they are. Witness to consistency that matters in attempting to coexist with another who comprehends there's more to relations that that of the untamable heart. There are many things women miss in a man's delivery due too they believe they know what a man is. The facts though correct the stillness that constrict a gal's intuition to accept a man in the way he finds a genuine tickle in the ribs. Men do not know a woman in and out but are willing to see one come from the hidden realm of her own. Likewise, she needs to ease back and adjust to his dominance to lead a home. The security in the balance is in the softness of a woman and the grit of a man. There are things that must take place as roles are filled so the nights can experience bodies that land. So, in the awakening to the sun coming back around, the have a chance to be. Knowing a man cannot be controlled or belittled without repercussions of turning away. As he acknowledges to never betray her honesty that's deserving of luv's soothe stretched across her face. For he knows not of what a woman's inner makings. Portrayed is self with no claim to entertain the confusion of genders lost in the faking. Motion settles only to rest in the safety of arms. It's the small things that build common grounds that play unselfishly with charm...