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I've always seemed to be able to connect with people.. effortlessly getting what I want. Even when a wall is placed in my way I've always been able to scale it.. but this wall is higher than any one I've encountered. Pain is usually the constructor of walls. Boys posing as men negatively effect real women with lies and deceit, leaving a MAN to be tested, put through unnecessary trials and tribulations in order to prove themselves. I'm no gymnast but I scale these walls... Backflips, cartwheels and hand stands; I'm Consistently dancing for your attention.. fighting to show you that's it's that sensual thing that I'm after and not the physical.. I feel I'm trying to earn a key but I haven't been invited to the gates. Calls, text and small talk but to my surprise no reply.. This women has me stumped, in the lab conjuring up a potion to reduce the ice from her heart... Is she hurt or is she not intrigued? Are her glasses hazed or can she see me? What do I need to do to stand out from a crowd of lemons when I'm truly an apple?? All I need is a few minutes to take her on a journey that I feel she's never been blessed to have. That cloud 9 sensual where we connect in ways that most can't fathom. They say only the strong survive and that I am but fatigued in more ways than one.
