Next Time? (Poem)

Someone asked me to write an Erykah Badu "Next Lifetime" type of poem. This was what I came up with. Now remember I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit.

Next Time?

Now what am I supposed to do when we’re all alone, late at night, no one knows, as you whisper sweet words in my ear, setting the mood for clothes to come off, and something inside tells me NO?

Gather all your energy

Run with all your heart

Get out as soon as possible

Sexy brown eyes

It’s like he can see through my clothes

Has a window to my soul

Lips good enough to kiss me with

Arms strong enough to hold me

When I close my eyes, I can feel him reaching out

Trying to make me feel protected, feel safe

My body craves his affection

My heart craves his attention

Can he feel my desperation?

I’m lonely

My soul reaches out to his mind

I want to get to know him

His favorite color, his occupation, what he dreams about at night, his future goals, how many kids he’d like to have, his dream wife

I try to get lost in his presence

Get to a place where there’s no me anymore

Instead it’s become we

But the idea of giving him so much is scary

Now what am I supposed to do when fear takes over my mind time after time?

He can’t get to know me

Can’t see the weakness

Can’t see the little girl still searching for her freedom

I’m not ready yet

I’ve been pushed into the world

Experienced that real  life pain

And just as joy starts to form inside of me there he is reaching out, offering everything I’ve been looking for, trying to offer nothing but the truth

Now what am I supposed to do when something is still saying gather all your energy

Run with all of your heart

It’s too good to be true

You’ve been warned from the start

Maybe there will come another time, another place, where we’ll meet up again and I’ll be ready to start the journey to us