.TOPIC: DYING TO MEET YOU
You were a spitting image,
And ever since I'd had lifted spirits
As I roam away from home and we did the business.
With you it was the quickest visits,
'Cause I had a gifted interest in that body
But your mind left me with a list of wishes.
It was a special occasion...
For most it was occasionally special
But for us it was laughs, for me you were placed on a pedestal.
Loved you for so many reasons,
Like your expression as you tasted your vegetables.
Little things like that, unexplainable
And I knew from day one more dates were inevitable.
You spoke freely, often in hushed words
Like your biggest secret was what I had just heard.
Conversations of politics, gospels and what's worse
Is we talked religion without mentioning cuss words,
Which for me is a sure sign that I'm love hurt.
It's serious...
But when I'm with you, I can tell 'cause it switches
The way you go from elegant diction
To your spell-stricken hellish addiction.
I can feel the sweltering tips of your fingers
And I melt with the quickness
As they tug at the buckle on the belt of my britches.
Before sex I say I love you and please
Then I'm up in a breeze
And next I make a run through your jeans,
Quick! Legs up, fess up
You hate it when I fuck you and leave,
Rather have me make love, touch you and scream.
And that's the way it's done to a "T"
Tell you today's been fun
And after sex I thank you and jump to my feet
To come home, hug you and sleep.
'Cause with you, it ain't the body,
It's the way you open your mind.
Scenes unfolding as I dream of holding you tight,
A stolen whisper's moment, frozen in time
As "I love you" is coupled with your cold shouldered "goodnight"
But I brush away feelings of being the loneliest guy
'Cause nothing I do
Can match the way we've grown over time.
And I respect that, above all, you showed me the light
Of emotional love, before I got older and died.
And I love you too,
By physical, less emotional ties
Shown in the boldness of your moans and your cries
Because you too, like you, have opened my eyes.
Like Ludacris said,
I want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed
So instead I lay alone and awake, hurtin'
'Cause everytime we flirt my day worsens.
It's like...I'd be dying to meet you, Miss Right
If only you and you
Could be two halves of the same person.
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The Republican Party
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[.txt] MASTERS/ the universe
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