We are listening to poetry And I am admiring your silhouette I suddenly notice the delicate strength of your hands And the intricate lines of your palm I want to study each of them Run my fingers over them
You bite your nails and your other hand faces upward I should take your hand I want to Put my hand in yours Run my thumb across skin I want to But I know I shouldnβt You hand is being held by someone else But oh, how I wish to take that hand Press skin against skin Swing arms playfully in the chill of the night Oh, how I wish to take that hand To dance under the moonlight I will twirl you around and you will laugh And that will be the music we sway to
I am admiring your silhouette I should kiss you Break the silence that begs to be broken Oh, how I wish to kiss those lips Press skin against skin Leaving cherry red stains behind
My mind is somewhere else My mind is with you Oh, how I wish to tell you about the dangerous increase of you in my thoughts Dare I? Dare I say how much I enjoy your presence? Dare I say how I admire your silhouette or your hands? Dare I say how I wish to hold that hand, press skin against skin? No, I do not dare For he is holding you now But still, I call you darling Still I comment on your breathtaking loveliness Oh, how I wish to take that hand!
You look most beautiful when you are going on about him But my dear, you would still look beautiful even with your hands around my throat