I honor your path. So long as it doesn't cross mine at a time when I don't want it to.
I drink from your well. I soak in your pheromones and enjoy myself completely at your well. Just keep your mouth shut before you ruin it.
I bring an unprotected heart to our meeting place. Yours. I left mine at home, in it's stone chest.
I hold no cherished outcome. Because I'm an asshole, incapable of hope.
I will not negotiate by withholding. Instead I will simply withhold because I want to, or until you stop trying.
I am not subject to disappointment. Because I am a man, and refuse to be trifled with, I will simply renegotiate my thoughts until such a time that I find myself on top.