Me
You want me
You
With your soft, curly hair and sexy smile
Pretty boy
That's what they call you
Me
You want me
Me
With my kinky hair, wide hips, lips full to view
But you
Are positive
Me
You want me
It must be my air of vulnerability
Missed with insecurity
Attracting to my inability
To reason why
You want me
It could be my inexperience
Making me delirious
Or are you just plain curious
About how it could be
With me
Our eyes met
Bodies start to sweat
And well
You know the rest
The brief interlude with lips
Tongues intertwine like two lovers
Dancing to the rhythm of a slow jam
Hands finding hips on their journey to lips
Would I be a good teacher
Or you be a slow learner
Whichever
Whatever
It could of, should of, would of been me
Could it possibly
Totally
Absolutely be me
Or
Are you caught up in an illusion
At the inclusion of my omission on your decision
To have me
Me
Breath. Eyes. Memories
Me
Skin. Hair. Thighs.
Me
Joys. Sorrows. Fears.
Me
Hopes. Dreams. Desires
Me
Look at me
Standing on this train bound for nowhere but here
With you
Wanting me physically not mentally
Focusing on chemistry not ministry
To the
Mind. Soul.Spirit.
Me
Oh
I.C.U
Don't really want
Me
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