Without hesitation you pounce
And I’m smitten, but need to pronounce,
“I‘m not the man you think I am
To fall for your carnal flimflam.”
Whisper your need to be with me
And grope your way atop of me
I push you back and laugh it off
To save us shame, but still you scoff,
“Why the hell do you lead me on?”
And I reply with the lexicon
Imposed on me by many like you
Too immature to see things through.
“What is the rush to get undressed
And scurry past what’s in my chest?
In haste you’ll miss the tender part,
True love resides within the heart.”