In courtesy I find
What most people define
Something about love
That doesn’t seem kind
Perhaps a disjunction
Of thoughts and prayers
Grand assumptions
Of how you got there
And I’ll always remember
That kind of smile
She eventually looks back
It takes awhile.
It takes some space
Having time in between
Get with the reason
Forget being mean
And make a taboo
A sincere ultimatum
I can only bear look down
As I am masking frustration
What is behind me
And what is my ode?
Starless nights
Amidst a moral code
I can see all my time
I was desperately there
Never had a sex life
As I stayed very square
Too frequent to say
I don't really know
Being squeamish
When accompanied by hoes
And I'll never find one
I have too many fears
I look back
Drifting through the years
What can I say
For feelings I miss
Loveless sex
Without intimateness
Or do I not give in
To bare temptation?
If shyness implores me
I stick with masturbation
The humble depths
Of a heartfelt man
To ever be him
Some can't bear to stand
And I know why they pride their sex life.
Would they rather be alone?
The frail of inferiority
When faced with the unknown
Or being a nobody
That can't get laid
Having no power
With a sex drive at bay
Can being dull,
Inexperienced and unused
Lift with a mojo
Of avoiding recluse
Do I pride my own sex life?
Would that be any fun?
Truthfully, I know what I like,
And I’m waiting for the right one.
