Inside...When I met him...

Inside:To say that I feel high around you is dumbing it down

it's more likeI feel consciously sedated, in 'twilight sleep'

And I keep wondering when my body is going to get tired of keeping up with my mind as I go on this joyride with you

You make me feel like Dorothy in Kansas,

Your mental advances sweep me off my 8 1/2's with love, peace and laughs

You employ my heart with a joy that has long been understaffed

You're easy like nature and free like memories

You ease my apprehension with discipleship and good intentions

Not to mention you're just Fly

The SkyGuy that caught my eye just one year shy of 15

Your stare was mean while you leaned up against the car chatting with your boys

But the lady stayed poised because I enjoyed the attention and so began the invention of 'us'

And I trust it.

And so we descended down a concrete hill to fulfill innocent passions

And in teenage fashion came a kiss

Wet and long lasting

And was followed by you asking when we would next connect

And i recollect

Wanting it to be

You and me

As soon as possibly able!

So sweet a story it sounds like a fable

But here I am again laying it all out on the table...

Whatever happens or doesn't... I know God is able

just to meet a man and love a man

Makes me feel grateful

I hope we rebuild a friendship that's that "life proof" kind of stable

Because if God gave us the Green

I'd be willing and able

Cause we been thru rehab and now we grab on to each others thoughts and motivations

And shorty want the dude but I'm in in this 'situation'

So withdrawal got me itching for a hit of this Ka-raving

So if you wanted love from me back then...

At least now you're not waiting

And that promise goes beyond relationships and dating

I'll always be your friend cheering for you and lifting you up praying

From my heart....

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