What if I told you,
You were just a thought,
A submissive, little fantasy, suppressed,
Within the quiet confines of my dirty mind,
That somehow got twisted and left me feeling,
Thinking, and wondering to myself,
If I could be the first man to hold your hand,
Like it was the last time,
And somewhere in the awkwardness,
Of my hearts wayward misdirection,
I started to see only the goodness in you,
No matter how deep any imperfection lies,
So I decided to shed my skin,
Attract you with who I am within,
And put away that mask concealing,
Who I was behind that lustful disguise,
For the chance to let you know,
That I’m not afraid to fall for you,
Because I’m someone who’s willing,
To go through all the lows to feel your highs,
For the chance to live out my wish,
And receive your heart as a gift,
Because I’m man enough to be the beau,
That cuts all ties,
For the chance to live on the tip of your tongue,
Feel the press of your lips,
And experiencing the spiral of Jacob’s ladder,
Holding you in my arms when we rise,
You know,
To be seen by you, up close and personal,
Dance in your light,
And be mesmerized by all the things,
That makes you so wonderful in my eyes,