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Lying On The Bed

I’m lying on the bed,

Not knowing what to do,

The door down the hallway closes,

And I know that it’s you.

 

I think about our fight,

It was my fault and yours too,

But now I want to make it right,

But I don’t know how to.

 

My mind is in turmoil,

It finally decides.

I’m outside the door trying to hear,

What I can’t see with my eyes.

 

I hear the rustle of the sheets,

I think I hear a sigh,

My imagination conjures scenes,

But then I hear you cry.

 

I can’t take it anymore,

Letting you be so depressed,

I bust through the door,

Your face against the pillow is pressed.

 

Gently I lay a hand,

On the small of your back.

I pull you into my embrace,

So you know that there’s nothing you lack.

 

I slowly kiss those tears away,

And then those pretty eyes too.

I hold you so tight and before I know,

I’m getting kissed passionately by you.

 

All the anger is forgotten,

And the heat takes control.

As our lips meld to one,

I once again feel whole.

 

Our bodies against each other,

The world becomes so distant,

As we undress together,

I know you are all that I want.

 

The moment we shared,

Leaves nowhere to hide,

Again I’m lying on the bed,

But now with you by my side.

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Written by
neil-verosh-dsouza
Indian
Published
Jun 5, 2013
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