Boy, how I've dreamt of you
Waited like a damsel distress
For you to rescue my worn out soul
I ache for your succulent lips
To revive me with your sweet honey kiss
For your porcelain fingertips to graze my bare skin hungry for love
For you to look into my eyes
Past my facade of calculated charm
To see my beautifully wounded self trying to break through to you
Hold me, you fool
Let me unravel in your arms
I'm tired, my dear
Let me rest in your embrace.