Detour

Stepped back into position 

You spoke the word so I am listening 

There is something about you that 

Sparks my interest 

I am scrolling your mind 

Like Pinterest 

Waiting for my next addiction 

Such magnetic inflections 

Damn you are flexing 

I am taken..

By sexual tensions

Let the incense burn 

The smoke erases  

Our true intentions 

You have been warned 

Tread lightly-

Use discretion 

I have invested years 

Avoided the temptation 

(Nothing but cheap thrills) 

Until this moment 

When I am second guessing 

Explicit connections

You glide by me 

Side eyeing 

Your hand brushing mine 

 Reminds me 

Of that time 

I gave it all up 

For a single night 

Took a detour 

To satisfy my appetite 

Written By: Dez Sevena