Ever wanted to just hold a ***?
Both hands squeezing all the fun!
But I've seen that deriere in a different way.
Wanton naked and in the air
Inviting and wanting asking to be touched
Only a fool wouldn't respond to such.
She held me and guided me inside of her
Then I realised I shouldn't be there.
I wanted more, not just a visit.
I knew it was wrong and I ran from it.
In the morning I knew I had been to a place that I had imagined but couldn't explain
It was not how I wanted it to be, I wanted passion and fire and had made a mistake
Maybe one day there may be a chance
To be there again bathed in romance
To be the one who made the difference
Is it so much to ask? Instead of existing.