IN THE MIDST
Tell me what scares you, what excite you,
When you're bored
Hiding behind the mask of social acceptance is such a chore
Tell me your disappointments, your reservations, your sins
As if it were the prerequisite to the moments we ascend
Tell me what makes you laugh, love. angry, or hurt
Pain, pleasures, inches measure, maturity, or how we revert
Tell me the words I take for granted, and that's for damn sure
As we lay upon each other, the familiar and obscure
And, I will speak the language of a man who has dropped his guard
In the midst of the intimate moments
You allow me in your yard
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