I paint the picture, Initially birthed in my mind, Time after time, When I get that feeling of solitude, And that I’m tired of being alone. I have every detail figured out, To the very bone. Tall, built, attractive, I can see his physique, Skin like honey, And I find it funny, How I can already taste it, It’s sweet. His words a complete, Emulation, imitation The very subject, And source of my, Temptation… Suddenly he walks pass me, And become the focus of the eye. How did the devil know so well? Was my desire outwardly expressed, My dislikes, my turn ons, What I wanted in the opposite sex? But God promised me, That I’ll have the desires of my heart… And He knows me……well… But I guess if he is going to have me, Committing sins with my eyes, Undressing him and being hypnotized, With what I think I see, Then it isn’t God, Even though as clear as day, He stands BEFORE ME, I guess he must not BE FOR ME… You candy for my eyes, I want you to hear me. Please don’t come near me, And whatever you do, Don’t touch, I’m just afraid that I’ll enjoy it too much. Help me out, and keep those lips closed. They might say words, To make me hot, And when that happens, Trust me it shows. So I’ll promise you, That never again will we meet… So I won’t have to worry about seeing you, Around town, at your house, between your sheets. I think I’m safe… I’m fine, I dodged that one….this time. I just had to get to the root, And erase your picture, From my mind.