Questions

A question
    
When I kneel to surrender, there are questions
That hovers in my mind; And on reflection
I may not choose at once, yet hesitations
May cause me to regret the genuflection;
So he seeks words that hold me to inaction
Until he can decide, upon inspection,
The part of me that has the most attraction
For him to bury all, without deflection,
Of his mindful desire, since my exposure
Allows him thought of congress on all fours,
Leading him to press down and take over
The gift I give of all to his applause:
It's effortless as quizzical expressions
Upon my face and answers all these questions.