With this vixen naked and I'm about to give her something I want back
Like borrow this, as I slide my finger down her back to unlock her
Power position and shock to my system, this situation I've found myself in
Its mind blowing, I'm going slowly, because I'm not blowing my chances
Just don't go back to old ways, no one gets free with Stockholm syndrome
I close my eyes hard and think "maybe when I open them I'll be in my bed"
I.e. it feels like this is a dream, thoughts are running rampant in my head
This situation you both wanted and dread, when the story is read
Did you ride the wave given and shred, or choke instead
It was a reflex in the past, so it's almost like a running joke, gag
Dump a full clip into my anxiety and haul it away now in a hearse
Birthday suit status no jeans, socks, boxers, kicks or t shirt
I have no go to plan, I'm not really well versed
Even though it doesn't hurt one can only imagine and be so rehearsed
I'm mean I've read about it, and done my share of research
She's a lady, and a challenge so make sure she's satisfied first
Also leave no stone unturned and make sure she's well traversed
This is like getting into your first fist fight, you can definitely read up
Yet the entire situation and mental dynamic changes because
You've swapped reading about it for actually throwing a punch
s**er for her that night after s**ing down punch
Hits just like a s**er punch, s**er
Just to specify these words wont form love poem
It's a "it felt damn good, I can't even judge"
"Why not, I think we should just because"
"We pregamed too hard and fell in lust"
It's a "take it slow you don't have to rush"
"I think I'll tell you when I've had enough"
"At this very moment try not to give a f**"
Leave your own head you've been there too much poem
All that said, there's a level of compa**ion between both parties
Just no horse and carriage