Sitting in a candle lit room
thinking of one
having reach out for you
opened palm of excitement
I know how it feels
to want but not need
I know how it feels
to crave but not feed
Silk cloth next to my skin
burn within of heat, of desire
movement of steps
taken your way slowly
I know how it feels
to want but not need
I know how it feels
to crave but not feed
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment