She asks
Eat my *****
And I dive in like its a free meal

She asks
You wanna ****?
Like its a business deal

She makes out
Like its just me
In the moment but I feel...

Kind of useless
Because I get shot down
Whenever I'm forward and take the wheel

Hello brain,I see you're having trouble,how can I help?
I see,you'd like me to drink enough white cider to dull off that intolerable pain in the chest.
Will that help you work through all these thoughts?
Oh,it will still you also.
Well in that case I'd be happy to feel numb for a while.
No,no,don't thank me,its my pleasure.

I don't really know what to do anymore
I'm not sure I was right when I walked out her door
I just couldn't take that look she wore
So I walked,head slumped,stared at the floor

Got on my bus and rubbed print off my ticket
If there was a moment to feel it I would not have picked it
Heart broke in the midst of this ****
All talking did was make her want to quit

There's only so long I could give my all
And I'll tell you now it took all of my Gaul
Spending so much time staring at a wall
So now I'll wait instead for her to call

I gave her everything she asked of me
Would she do the same? Let's wait and see
I want this to work,perfect as can be
But I think she may quit,delete,and then flee

Pretty perfect
Can't stand to hurt it
Urge,to blurt it
But I won't say ****

The answer was there all along
But the urge to keep looking was too great
I cannot settle while there is adventure to be had
Take my hand,let's find a new tomorrow

A single phalange bringing her to greater moments in a lesser time than she as a solo could achieve.
Ego swells,"I'm doing it",as I work out the the correct rhythms to the perfect woman.
I define this as intimate success.