The man of foreplay,
And not knowing at all what to decide,
But thinks he'd much rather prefer it without you by his side.
The man of discovery,
And mysterious lingering fingers,
But on his own is what he'd rather.
He much rather enjoys the personal affection, of such an affliction.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
