Away.
I feel like Icraus.
My wigs got snipped.
I touched on matters that I shouldn't have
I unearthed feelings that you never knew existed.
I touched on your neither regions with my lyrical thoughts.
I caressed you with passion.
I enticed you with mystery.
You slowly began to loose control of all your senses.
You wanted to draw me in to your sanctuary and and deem me worthy enough to be your personal imhotep.
You embraced the notion of letting me breathe life into your aching loins and heal your neglected desires.
Then thunder struck.
Your doubt set in.
What if I'm a flake?
What if I'm a fake?
What if I'm just like all the rest?
Tell you any and everything just have my way with you.
Or worse.
What if I am the truth?
What if I am that guy that could relive your dying unrest.
You panicked.
You didn't want to drag me into your mess.
You didn't want to be charged with the burden of handling something so fragile as a heart.
You pushed me away without giving it a second thought.
Now you simply want to concentrate on what's before you.
Your semi at peace now
You found peace but sill restless.
You have been tamed but still feel wild.
You know your adored but still do not feel special.
Its for the best.
I respect that.
I know my place.
I want what's best.
I will honor your space.
