Her luscious lips sing without moving
Those eyes have got me tongue-tied
I’m stuck entranced by headlights, becoming the roadkill of desire
Weak knees stepping close to an angel with a dark streak
Glossy hair hanging behind the curves of each cheek
Dainty hands clasped around some other guy
Constricting my heart with the most melancholy grief
For my look catches hers many times past coincidence
And the smile when she talks stretches further than “just friends”
I have seen the seasons of love consistently missed
My chance of a fairy-tale ending
Is just begging for a tryst
I’m no mouthpiece for cheating and dishonesty
I’ve had my fill of tragedy
But would it be so sordid
If I grabbed her by the hips
Stared at those puckering lips
And gave her a tender little kiss?