I'm sorry girls,
you look at me,
and you think
you see what
it is I be,
but you have not a clue.
Yes, you think
I'm as fast as you,
but this is just not true.
This is just a front I wear,
to hide......
my pain and sorrow,
my shyness and insecurities,
my vulnerabilities and my needs.
My need to love
and to be loved,
my need to give
and to receive,
my need to believe,
and
have someone believe in me.
So when your pants get hot,
and your itch is in need of scratch,
just remember,
I'll bark all day,
but I don't bite,
unless my heart proceeds me,
and yours proceeds you too,
I want to make love to my love,
but having sex, I just don't do.
