For a while
January 25th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
No spoken word
Making up for silence
So comforting
Nothing makes up for
It’s sweet sweet attention
Seeking pleasure
Deafening sometimes
But none in focus except
You who tell me to find
The right spot
That makes you squeal
And that which makes me feel
Tempted
But “not beyond what I can bear”
Reasons inexplicable
But motives we’re
Duly aware of
I miss your sweet serenading
Like when before we met
Virgin pleasures
Of someone holding
A certain tune for me
I used to lament my existence
But not anymore.
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