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.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 