Sunday, March 14, 2010

Craving (*warning*)

It's a craving
A burning desire
And you are the one
Who lit my fire

Soft touches
There is no need
Skip foreplay
And straight to the deed

Not too fast
Not too slow
No need for talking
Because you already know

Time seems to stand still
As I quiver after every chill

The song on the radio
Gives you a steady beat
As you search the walls
And find what you seek

My first time compared to this
Means absolutely nothing
Because you leave me in pure bliss

Craving you
It's not true
But craving your body
And craving what you do
Makes me a fiend
And I can't stop thinking of you

The questions that come to mind
Aren't the ones I say during the day time
Such as
Do you like me?
Or how long will this last?
Or does he think of me as trash?

No, the questions aren't deep
But more like
How long until the next time?
Why do I get chills running up and down my spine?
Will it be longer?
Why do I like the way he says nothing?
Why when he does deep I can't speak?
Why am I craving him, like I crave lunch?
Why does my body yearn for his touch?

Those questions still remain
And all the while
I never say your name
Because my craving will only last
If I don't let you name pass

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