G85

You had done yourself up, i didnt fail to realise, as you passed me in another suburb, but couldnt look at me, i noted, and i had to wait till i got the courage to jump out behind you and say your name, G! Because we both cant resist Love, you done up, and i couldnt not look, hypnotised, at you, who kept walking, and i probably would have, too

Why are we so afraid, G, of losing ourselves in kink? Does the yogin sit on the edge of bliss, too terrified to jump in?