Cock Tease

I fear my gun-totting desperation spitting
dip into my funds
I fear my spitoon may never be emptied
I fear the future, for it carries the
questionable
I fear questions that have multiple answers
I know the right people to ask, but I'm
afraid of their stature
So for now, I'll just ask you, when I can't
hold it in any longer
I'm turning blue
Going down in a sea of cement
This is where my feet carry me to
The Random Rhyme can only save me from
repitition
My fears still consume me from head to toe
I'm afraid to change my clothes
I don't know what to wear tomorrow
Afraid of my skin, it itches so
Afraid that you'll touch me
I may like it
Afraid of the truth
It may kill me
Afraid to be reborn
I may lose the parenting
Afraid to shove my beliefs down your throat
Like the way you made me choke
I'm afraid for us both

Hey, I can speak for myself
I'M afraid of going anywhere with this bastard
Afraid of going down with the Captain
Scared, because his hand is in my pocket
Afraid of his perversions
They're not sexual
Yet, still erotically repititious
He'll probably jerk me off until we both
explode
Frankly, that notion leaves me a bit nervous...

SHUT UP!
you like it.