Questions

Women always ask the questions

What are your intentions?

Where lays your affections?

Asking questions because they are afraid to just come out and say, ‘I fell in love with you a minute before yesterday’

NOW…

Men go the other way,

Gotta keep their ‘swag’ up as they say

‘Ask me what you want to know’, not volunteering information playing safe and moving snail slow

Can’t say I blame either side

Men don’t want to show their soft side

Always looking for the next best thing to ride

Women, well let’s just say are emotional creatures born to love until their dying day

Don’t get me wrong when a man truly loves he will love strong

But the questions loom overhead,

Why do we have to ask just come out and say it instead.

We play kiss don’t tell games with each other’s heart

Pretending it’s okay to just hang out, but that’s only at the start

When talking leads to hugging when kissing leads to caressing

When intimacy gets so sweet emotions run wild and feelings are no longer asleep

NOW…

This ‘hanging out’ becomes more than what you bargained for

One heart begins to strongly question, ‘how deep is this affection?’

The other heart says, ‘this is all good’ and begins to question, ‘how much more can I get and still avoid a long term connection?’

Ha, ha they laugh sarcastically, each on their own agenda with one mutual question: ‘what’s in it for me?’

Men and women play the question game their target is both the same…mine and me

Pretending to one another it’s ours and we

Are we keeping it real pretending less is more?

Tossing the hot potato seeing who’s going to let it hit the floor

Can’t say I always understand the questions one asks and the other avoids answering

Too bad both wastes so much time just doing me and mine.

Questions, in the beginning, in the middle, and never seems to be answered and never seems end…