Body shaking eyes focus
Blood pumping I don't think he knows it
Open legs my mind hasn't even notice.
He smiles how am I not frozen?
Looking  upon his lips Breaks my focus
The back of my head saves me with "don't even if he wants it".
A Careless "why"?  circles my circumference..
What's Guarding my hands from touching his conscience?!
A sweet Promise to never touch a shaft again.
Yes there I said it!
Years of being enslaved by a shattered heart.
Alone at night tossing and turning on old parts.
There I was **** by own thoughts...