Options
Are dangerous things
Because each action
Has another one it brings

But despite popular belief and contrary to hopes and dreams.

We don't always have a choice
And no matter how our conscious screams
Sometimes we have no voice

Then again judgement is just an interpretation of what's right and wrong in that moment.

When frost picked a path
It didn't matter at the time
But look at the impact it had

Options are options
But in the end maybe they aren't choices

My jaw clenches with every word you speak
My hand grips the futon a little bit tighter.
And I get weak in the knees
As you questions pass in between us
Answers are given
By maybe not wanted to be received
Because maybe, you want the same thing
Slowly
As the conversation changes
Blankets get added
And positions rearranged
We began to entangle ourselves
With something we didn't expect
The ***.
You explained
Was less about the ******
But the moments right after
And in between the laughter
My hormones are a disaster
My cold sweat drips
But you only see yours
I examine your lips
Jealous of your finger tips
As you continue to release
My hand slides to your calf
But wishes it was your thighs
I was little aware, of this little surprise

Stop.