I try to get a grip of time
But I keep making love to a man that will never be mine
I caress more than his mouth
And he moans without doubt
Timely shadows of ecstatic instruments hit the wall
Until the clock strikes the end of it all..
Tobacco candies between my burnt lips
As he brush my many napes with his fingertips
Probably thinking about that girl he has deceived
And just before he leaves
I Stifle the tears that i'll never be the queen on his deck
And he leans forward to give me a peck
And nothing more
After all, as he once said; *i'm just his *****
-fir.m
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
I try to get a grip of time
But I keep making love to a man that will never be mine
I caress more than his mouth
And he moans without doubt
Timely shadows of ecstatic instruments hit the wall
Until the clock strikes the end of it all..
Tobacco candies between my burnt lips
As he brush my many napes with his fingertips
Probably thinking about that girl he has deceived
And just before he leaves
I Stifle the tears that i'll never be the queen on his deck
And he leans forward to give me a peck
And nothing more
After all, as he once said; *i'm just his *****
-fir.m
