When the words I love…
To halt at the lips
As if they would be
enough
Started off with a
kiss
But were only her
fingers
Somehow I think she
knew
So her lips they
did linger
My passion overgrew
For who would need the word
Pretty words to
speak
Is she just another
girl?
Hearts play hide
and seek
She says it with
her touch
Or so I let myself
pretend
It’s almost too
much
Just Like A
Friend
Maybe I’ll just call it lust
If I could say it
at all
Which is why you don’t
trust
Much to easy to
fall
Would I, would you
A schoolboy’s dream
Figured you knew
Don’t let me speak
Because I don’t trust the line
It just wouldn’t be
Should I choose to
be blind?
That’s why you
silence me
With your moans and
whimpers
Can’t say nothing
Beneath your dirty
whispers
Here goes nothing
“I love”… and you say “What”
Anything else in
the world
Cupid say cut
You’re just a
pretty girl
I wonder the time
Will I meet her?
Like you could be
mine
Just lie, with
hushing fingers
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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