AFRAID....

some say I'm before my time because I still want to  send poetry into his thoughts so that when he glances into my eyes he can read it daily...... 

Say that emotionally I'm way to much to endure sending music into his heart like SMS messages click and listen who does that..

Apparently it is not a time for dreamy eyes and mushy love letters attached to lunches for his work box stop with all that ...

Hopeless romantic went away last century you need to step into the future deep is way to much I don't want to exist with you on that plain come into my safe reality... 

I try to tone myself down allow it to only be physical tear away my passion that cries out for  intimate spirituality sensual connections that bring vulnerabilities 

because he does not condone me having that much power over his mental .... So I try to stay in his regular space and just be physical...

It keeps slipping though and at the slightest release of emotions that pushes one into spaces unknown 

he runs he's afraid ...

Don't bring that mess here .. I just want a phat ass and a lap dance and some head I will tear you off some cash and move on but leave me empty ..... He says.. 

He's not ready to be consumed by something real rather drift in illusions that tell him there all garden tools and female dogs with tails between their legs only good for tip drills and pole dances... 

But don't bring that queen mentality my way ...

 So I try to remain physical so I can have some moments of wrapping arms and soft kisses upon foreheads even if temporary... 

But sometimes it slips and he runs because he's afraid.... 

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