I do not condone.

I am lost to the ways of you

Stuck in a limbo of true confusion

Trying my best to condone

The call of your body to my hands

But the denial of your need by mouth

Why must we play such games?

You do not condone.

You are scared to the ways of me

Stuck in the vertex of tradition

Trying your best to condone

The call of my body to your hands

And the acceptance of my need by mouth

Why must we play around each other?

Mutual understanding is needed

I need you to want my touch

You want me to need your touch

Mouth to skin and skin to hands

The final consultation has begun

We both shall proceed to condone