Fear Of Intimacy
Fear Of Intimacy
He swung his hair,
As he walked down the stair;
He is sexy and his kind is rare.
He caught me into his snare.
I had so much to share:
To kiss and to flare.
There was silence in the air,
We were the only ones there.
He was as passionate as a mare;
He ran through me like a hare,
But being as wild as a bear.
He then climbed down and gave me a glare.
Suddenly my head alarmed: beware;
But all that didn't stop there.
(Like most Indians I was taught that intimacy is wrong. It's shouldn't even be mentioned; So we constantly have a fear that alarms us at that moment. Here, I've tried to put it out in words.)