I
walk lightly for the idea that you’re watching each step.
And I conquer it because you share that sexy-ness and confidence that's oozing off of you.
Desire lives where our fingers come alive, coming alive with each of our warm forms connecting.
I am stupid in love and endlessly a lover. I can't take away the past and I know if I dare touch you, I'd die emotionally in the arms of my future. I don't think the goodness of your heart can save me from that.
Every woman can express the need for leaving someone she loves but unfortunately that I cannot do. It's not as simple as picking a piece of lint off of handsome clothing.
Every part of me screams loud and with each kiss you quiet that roar.
Every chance I get to look into your eyes I feel captive in you.
Unfortunately I am seeing things through rose colored glasses, those glasses now have a scratch that is showing me every minute to the day that there's secrets, lies and trouble in loving you so profoundly. Thinking that there is 5 people standing amongst the bed we lay in.
I hold disgust for us both and coming back to something that was so comforting and so damning was all too wrong!
I can preach my anger for a mile and really it'll only go a Manhattan block. I can read the riot act to all women who walk a fine line in between mistress and comforter. The riot started with the man with bad intentions and lies and selfishness. That's something most of us women walk in unknowingly.
Sweet kisses, spending only your dime to spoil me, giving me the last of your day after the woman who shares more than half your life gets the first glimpse.
I can talk a good game but I am just as sensitive as the next person with love to lose, and insecurities to gain.
For the next man I'll walk the same, give him the curve at the end of spine and the kiss of my supple lips.
His ring finger will empty, when we meet his money won't be supporting someone else lifestyle and his love will be all mines
Then I Get to play Selfish.
And I conquer it because you share that sexy-ness and confidence that's oozing off of you.
Desire lives where our fingers come alive, coming alive with each of our warm forms connecting.
I am stupid in love and endlessly a lover. I can't take away the past and I know if I dare touch you, I'd die emotionally in the arms of my future. I don't think the goodness of your heart can save me from that.
Every woman can express the need for leaving someone she loves but unfortunately that I cannot do. It's not as simple as picking a piece of lint off of handsome clothing.
Every part of me screams loud and with each kiss you quiet that roar.
Every chance I get to look into your eyes I feel captive in you.
Unfortunately I am seeing things through rose colored glasses, those glasses now have a scratch that is showing me every minute to the day that there's secrets, lies and trouble in loving you so profoundly. Thinking that there is 5 people standing amongst the bed we lay in.
I hold disgust for us both and coming back to something that was so comforting and so damning was all too wrong!
I can preach my anger for a mile and really it'll only go a Manhattan block. I can read the riot act to all women who walk a fine line in between mistress and comforter. The riot started with the man with bad intentions and lies and selfishness. That's something most of us women walk in unknowingly.
Sweet kisses, spending only your dime to spoil me, giving me the last of your day after the woman who shares more than half your life gets the first glimpse.
I can talk a good game but I am just as sensitive as the next person with love to lose, and insecurities to gain.
For the next man I'll walk the same, give him the curve at the end of spine and the kiss of my supple lips.
His ring finger will empty, when we meet his money won't be supporting someone else lifestyle and his love will be all mines
Then I Get to play Selfish.
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