She left me,
dancing as she disappeared under the faded street lights,
I stood there,
watching shirtless as she faded in the street’s night,

I’m sensing a pattern,
one I desperately deserve,
I fall in love and hit the ground,
my heart landing on the curve,

I’m trying to become a better man,
I don’t want to feel cliche,
I don’t want to try and ******,
every girl that comes my way,

I love women,
and I respect them,
and if I respect them,
I should also respect their wishes,

it’s my responsibility,
just as much as it is hers,
to exercise self control,
especially when arousal occurs,

sure,
she is **** as the hottest a Goddess could ever be,
and sure,
I am ***** as the must turned on man could ever me,

but I am better than the physical desires that pulsate though my body,

I’m trying to become a better man,
I don’t want to feel cliche,
I don’t want to try and ******,
every girl that comes my way,

gave two massages just today,

the first one to a girl that has a boyfriend,
she told me she was sick of feeling objectified,
she just wanted some attention,
without being looked at like an object by every guy,

so I gave her a massage and even reached her inner thighs,

but I did not cross that thin lustful line,

I respect her too much,
to try and take advantage of her lowered defenses,
I will not be like almost every other man,
and try and get into almost every girls *******,

I love her so much more than ***,
and I crave moments alone where we can be intimate,
but I’m on another level elevated from the simple man,
I am in love the soul of the woman not just what’s inside her pants,

and so after the massage was done,
I put her clothes back on,
as respectfully as I’d taken them off,
and she thanked me with her blessing,

saying she’d see me tomorrow,
and that she appreciated me not trying to get in her pants,
and her grateful compliment was better than any ***,
well not any but still better than *** followed by abandonment,

and then she went,
and then I saw,
a girl that shared the same birthday was me,
who was/is an artist as well,

I invited her up to my room,
she initially was hesitant,
I told her I understood her skepticism,
she told me she was a feminist,

I told her my last girlfriend’s best friend was a lesbian,

soon enough though she was in my room where my massage commenced,

with her too I was controlled,
even though I took off her clothes,
and massaged most of her body thoroughly,
I avoided that red line that lies just before the danger zone,

coconut oil jasmine and ylang ylang,
helped smooth out all her tension,
and I told her if anything I was doing hurt her,
to please bring it to my attention,

I was just grateful,
to be able to be intimate,
with a girl who I found attractive,
and who may well have been my artistic equivalent,

an emotional exhibitionist both infinitely limitless and honestly uninhibited,

and so it went,
until we were lying in each others auras,
I guess sometimes you have to spend it all,
in order to attain the ultimate fortune,

to be able to share space and time with someone without any wanting,

one thing I can say is that moment felt like forever and a day in the best way,

though soon she was going,
I wanted to debate and ask her to stay,
but I promised not to protest if she was being honest,
so instead I helped her get her clothes back on her lengthy frame,

walked her down the well polished wooden stair case,
and to my hotel’s golden spiked front gate,
then I walked her down the long driveway,
to where the private road meets the main roadway,

and then she left me,
dancing as she disappeared under the faded street lights,
I stood there,
watching shirtless as she faded in the street’s night,

I’m sensing a pattern,
one I desperately deserve,
I fall in love and hit the ground,
my heart landing on the curve,

I’m trying to become a better man,
I don’t want to feel cliche,
I don’t want to try and ******,
every girl that comes my way…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆