...
.....grown man that i am,
yet my agression wears ballet shoes..
as emotion tip toes around the issue at hand..

cause I'm afraid to step to this bird,
that's been flying through my wet dreams
since i set eyes on her perch..
second thoughts of not coming right the first time
seemed to delay my approach..


My ego held the progress constipated
..acting like i didn't give a shit
but how could she not know how i felt..
never spoke much in her company..and first
word was always a "croak"..
palms always sweaty n shit..
avoided all contact..
eyes and otherwise

yet..the minute her back was turned,
i could never stop staring,
a hole in the back of her head..i had burned
trying to see what SHE was thinking,
cause i could never stop caring
about what she thought of me

I mean damn..
it's not like I wanna marry this chic,
but the mere essence of her being..
leaves me wanting to be-in her life
any which way possible..and positive
although the probability is
she doesn't know i exist beyond
a muted silhouette

"nothing ventured..nothing gained"
is the saying that haunts me
yeh, sure..i got balls, but what's the point
when my dick's sprained, pressure of
doubt crumbling all hopes erected..

and thus

my manhood lay paralyzed..

..praying that she wants me


~respect~

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ