Lesson in Poetry

He said, "No, no. Girl you need to learn to let go."
And I promise to him secretly that I'll drop it like a hot potato.
He said I need to learn when to stop when I'm in the mesh
Let hot be hot, and hot be fresh.
I take his words, though it hurts my pride, I know he means well.
I trust his judgement, he's my male Michelle.
Which is all well
But up until now I hope I'm not doing too much.
I don't wanna blow it when I'm in the clutch.
What, too much?