"Baseball is 90% mental and the other half is
physical" ~
Yogi Berra
Second date stretch
The familiar patterns
One step, two then three
Head on chest
Loss of grip
Flesh next to flesh
I lose myself
I allow you to take me
To press yourself on my bare skin
This is as close as humans can be
You are now too close
Your right, I should be kept fifth
Sluts are not worthy for number one
Sluts whose told talent is how to give the perfect
blowjob
Whose body is shaped and meant to rock yours
What about the heart that makes my flesh warm
Is it so easy to ignore?
It's precious as gold
Diamonds adorn the outside
This heart is capable of loving you
The truth is: this heart is afraid of loneliness
When someone does not know who they are
Loneliness is a monster that is always in the distance
When I do not return your text today
I hope you meet loneliness
I hope you dance that dance for me
I hope you feel used
Cause I only had sex with you, so I could wake up next to
somebody