__________by Tammy
I guess I've gotten to be a bore
And its killing me
I'm addicted, you see
To that vanilla g
String, as it disappears way up those chocolate thighs
I....i.....i.don't know if its the red or the bone
That makes you leave me alone.
But I fiend for your breast
I must confess,
And all the rest, that used to lay intertwined
With me
It must be a chore, you see
To lay down and be seduced by me.
Is it those girls on tv,
that you see
The ones that I could never be
That have done more than caught your eye,
Have taken you from me
Or is it those men,
That cross your mind now and again.
And you remember when
You weren't like me.
I miss the affection
And the collection, of memories
That produced nothing short of a female erection
Inside of me.
But I need to forget, free from my lament
But I still want you,
Especially after that drink or 2 or smoke or 2,
Especially after that late night view
Of you
In just enough clothing to.....
Get in,
Get under,
Get off of you.
But I know its all deeper than what it seems
So I just fantasize about you in daydreams
Hoping that one day you'll feel for me
Like the way it used to be.
And if it never is,
Then I'll add to my dreams,
Candlelight, soft music, and a starry haze
Awakened only by the teardrops that fall on this page.
