A Night Without Spiced Rum – Day 99, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Her response was pithy as I declined her offer.
How I was simply a coward for not swapping fluids,
Lip to lip,
Tongue to tongue,
As my intentions were softer than she’d realized.
Hard for her body I wasn’t,
More so curious for her insights,
On life,
Instead of intertwining beneath bedsheets I still need time to fix.
But,
I must admit.
My spine was as stiff as stone witnessing her transform into her true form.
Medusa in the flesh with snakes sprouting from her scalp as I stood tall,
Yet,
Torn.
My heart shredded by the fact that all she wanted was the kind of tango I wasn’t willing to dance for.
Left asking,
What happened to conversation?
A deep dive into one another’s needs,
Instead of feeding into what often leads to the debasement,
Of a love we can only suffice by,
Holding each other’s hand when we’re unable to see a clear path during our darkest nights…
What am I doing wrong as man just looking for a sweet time without the spice?…