A woman sees me as a threat

When she sees I am available

So I disguise my hand

As I lay the cards on the table

For my openness is threatening

To her sense of security

And she can’t deal with the idea

Of her man wanting me

So I create a boundary

With a standard I uphold

I will not cross a line

Unless I am told

I specifically ask her

Things to understand

Her idea of what can’t happen

So I know the things that can