Abstinence, a Choice Him, Not

Abstinence is a choice, a choice I made for my own reasons and

there have been those that chose to see it as a challenge.
One came, oh, so close, but still I stayed closed.
I've been many things because of it and the offers to get me to be
the offering have been numerous, all because some
men love to think they can make everything ok by one physical act.

That was him, let me tell you about him.
He saunters, no, he sashayed ( since he believed he was every
woman's dream), into my world, talking how I was gonna be
his girl, all up in my space, flexing delectable abs and pecs all
in my face.

Yea, he was fine, that fine, the kind that you find sitting
on the cover of GQ.
But, he had a stench, an odor, a vile smell.
It reached before he did, invading my nostrils,
filling the air, just lingering there.

It was arrogance, the cheap variety, not the one that
puts you on the pages of society's top magazine.
No, the type he exuded raked along the brim
of my nerve and he even spoke and declared
that he he come to serve me up all the good loving that
my choice had made me miss out on.

Now, let me make sure you get it right, his bod was tight,
and it spoke volumes of hidden treasures and multitudes
of pleasures, but he also spoke.
With each breathe, he made me thank myself
for the choice of abstinence.

Again, I must tell you, he looked like he was ready,
his body said he was able, and he told me he was
more than willing, but, three in any position
was not a position I had ever ascribed to be in.

Well, since I couldn't wrap my mind around
the concept that if I slept with him, his
arrogance was a part of that deal, I didn't
think he could for real, expect me to want him.

Cause there it was, in his lust-filled eyes, painted
on those thick and luscious lips and in that
irresistible smile, but the thing was, he talked.

Of how he was the one, of how he was the man
that I needed, of how he truly believed and how he
coudn't began to conceive of me not wanting him.

Abstinence is a choice, I made for my own reasons.
But him, he still don't know, don't want to know,
that even if I wasn't abstinent, I would have never
slept with him.

I choose my own poison, arrogance and old lace,
a tea I choose not to imbibe in.
Abstinence a choice, him not.