Desire, My Love

by wellthoughtoutwords   Jan 8, 2008


Get closer. Don't shy away.
I'm the composer. I'll make you sway.

Listen, I swear. It sounds like this.
It won't compare. Let's start with a kiss.

You'll move your hands. I'll grab your hips.
You stutter the demands. I nibble your lips.

You shake with desire. I twirl my fingers around your heart.
You should know I'm a liar. I'm about to tear you apart.

But it's okay. No need to be afraid.
It only hurts for the day. Because this is my nightly serenade

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