by Mac Guerreiro

Swinging hips,
They don't even try,
But they catch your eye,
Subtle or not eye won't turn to check,
Nah fuck that,
Because eye know you peek,
And eye didn't mind,
The looks were occasionally returned in kind,
But eye don't like what this has come to,
My eyes used to want to play with you,
The perfect timing,
A glance to your lips,
Then eye was off again,
Swinging my hips.

A New Shade of Gray

by Mac Guerreiro

To think that eye could take it all along,
That eye could decide when it's done,
That's a perspective eye've never held,
Till today,
The original idea was okay,
But it consisted of swinging to the other extreme,
It's not a place where eye could do my greatest learning,
So my question has been answered,
This is the reason,
Attracting the same time and time again,
So that eye can learn to honor my own boundaries,
Six months is a good time to gauge,
And remembering that eye set the pace,
Keeping in mind that emotionless isn't my game,
Give what eye deserve and we can have some fun,
Any less and eye'm already gone.

Dear Hookup Culture

By Mac Guerreiro

Dear hookup culture,
Eye don't get you,
The meaningless touches only leave me blue,
Perhaps because it's not a game to me,
Sex is nothing without intimacy,
The ultimate act of creation just fucked with recklessly,
On the flipside,
To partake is a choice,
And the peer pressure ins great,
Amidst all the fuckbois,
You find a man every now and again,
Someone looking to really connect,
Such a rare specimen is what eye desire,
And so eye say goodbye to you,
And hello to my fire.
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