She will kiss me
And I will taste uncertainty…
As I kissed her back
She will want to
Rip my clothes off
Yet kiss me worse
Than she kissed her ex-boyfriend
Because
She thinks it was when
She pulled his lip
He realised,
She is needy
Wanting to fulfil
Her needs…
I will kiss her
And she will taste fear…
As she kisses me back
I will want to bite
Her bottom lip
But will decide not to
As she tamed me,
I can’t reveal the wild
Left in me
Cause in this bedroom
All that will be
Left is me
On the left-hand side
Having done nothing right
She wants to love me
But thinks she needs not
I want to love her
But I think I have no entitlement
Whatsoever over her
On my bed,
She sleeps on the right-hand side,
Closest to the door
For she knows
She will leave eventually…
On her bed,
I sleep on the left-hand side,
Furthest from the door,
And
Closer to her heart
We don’t make love.
I don’t think we ever will.
Prophesy? Mhh...