Shy Guys


You come up to her
but don't know what to say.
Where are the fucking words
that you intended to play?

She surely loves a shy one,
knowing their words before they ink.
Its too damn cute to her when you come undone,
so she smiles sweetly as your bones sink.

You fidget with your fingers, careful not to scare her ...
But boy, you are the frightful one ...
Still, its delightful for her
to watch as you come undone.

So say the words that come to play.
You cannot rehearse your set lines
when she makes you this nervous.
Originality is what she believes.
Personality is everything.

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