I can’t even figure him out

He’s like a mystery

& I’ve seen him in a variety of different situations

But he still moves so mystically

The vibration of his voice moves so rhythmically

The stare in his eyes

He know it’s tempting me

Cult of confession when he’s near

Intimidated

Energetically fear me

Car crash

He keeps rear ending

So drunk

Loves not clearly

Staring into his direction

Holding back on his affection

So in the morning

I hold his erection

Because it could be our last

Physical inspection.