she comes to me when she's lonely
when she can't deal with the real world
when every one else has cut her off
it's always me

her caramel covered skin
every curve, bump and crease
that scent that intoxicates me
i fall for  it every time

the curve of her lips when she says my name
that feeling of electricity when our lips finally touch
but then the storm comes

no one can know our secrets
how she loves the way lace looks on me
how she loves the look of my legs when i dance
just the simple things
but oh no
why would we share those

why should i be allowed to tell my friends
post about her on my  feed
any public term of affection
well that could never happen

that will never happen

i just need to be with her
make her happy
she scoops me up when shes lonely
but puts me back in my box when she gets bored

or if there is the slightest chance of her showing any emotion to me

i love her

but she is slowly taking away my light