Damn! Is what I say when I catch myself dazed
As I wonder if the feeling that I’m feeling has her at all fazed
At least a little, cause this is not a place to be alone
Plagued by past disasters that still cut to the bone
Not basing our futures on our past but experiences have taught
Anxious to have my rib back it’s time to replace that loss
But not just any lover-friend can fill that void
Hearts and lives are too vital to be played with as toys
Does she even see me with more than her eyes?
And does she understand that I want more than to party in her thighs
I gasp for her like oxygen but will she let me breathe
I long for the taste of her, the thoughts weaken my knees
My tongue twitches from the urge to speak and taste
My pride is laying on the ground with hunger on my face
For her I starve in a love famine hoping she’ll feed the need
I wear sweaters, I’m not one, but with an exception I’ll plead
Miss mam, miss lady, miss thang in this wide open sea
Can you not see the beauty of my forest for these damn trees?
Must I scream a love song from outside her window throwing rocks
Just to pursue the revelation of her head on my pillow as my headboard rocks
Her flame makes me hot to the point I’m engulfed but not wanting to be extinguished
Her body is a work of art with built in gadgets and I’m her machinist
Damn, I want her!