Poetry & Self-Awareness

Stop, wait, you’re going under my waist
You say you just want a taste
You say you just want to go pass first base
“Let’s go to a quieter place”
My legs and thighs you want to embrace
 
Back up, I need some space
You’re crossing the line, you think it’s some sort of race
I don’t want the chase, go at a slower pace
I thought we could vibe but your vibe is just a disgrace