Over the tabletop
Nothing to do
They're lonely and empty
From not touching you
They lounge and they dance
They tap and they wait
But your skin's not there
And they anticipate
The day that they'll find
The touch that they crave
On the hips of the one
Who they intend to save
And meanwhile, my heart
waits on and forever, stuck
swinging like my fingertips
without love's luck
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Over the tabletop
Nothing to do
They're lonely and empty
From not touching you
They lounge and they dance
They tap and they wait
But your skin's not there
And they anticipate
The day that they'll find
The touch that they crave
On the hips of the one
Who they intend to save
And meanwhile, my heart
waits on and forever, stuck
swinging like my fingertips
without love's luck
