Osayamen (Simon) Evbuomwan - Obsessions

'Obsessions'

'The World Greatest Prisons are the obsessions we build our lives
Around! '(Unknown)

Am I Obsessed? With the way that I wear my hair, with the way that I
Dress? Am I obsessed....?

To impress?

Am I Obsessed with the features, the thoughts, of A woman,
To the point where I'll draw on..

My Body! ! My form a human

To be that of A warm blooded male, all alone is this cold heart-ed world
, to be left,

to be forgotten, to be counted as one of those who are deemed rotten,

The scum, the lowest of them all, am I Obsessed?

Does my appearance sway you, do I have that swagger, will I eventually
Sweep you off your feet.... Hmm

Off your feet so that they maybe pointed towards the ceiling yelling
And Moaning and I *sigh*... Am I Obsessed?

Does my Obsession turn You on...or does it turn you off, don't look
At me that way..I'm only trying to get that shirt off.... Am I Obsessed?

Maybe its an outlet for me to feel the love,

or maybe just another excuse for Λ sexual session to quench my
Obsession?

Don't worry It's not what it seems, at least not with what your
Thinking, or what I think your thinking or even what I want you to think I'm
Thinking!

Am I Really?

Even if I stand full erect And it looks Like I'm here for sex..
Don't get it twisted never will I be...

Obsessed! !

~Osayamen.E Simon~ Copyright ©
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