Nodding to people I am not listening
In front of her, I dream of her
People around me feel my heat
From my eyes and from between my thighs
They sense my destitution
Look at their faces sly
At a table in the corner
Whirling her world in my cup
Cream still appears like a meaning
She said, had lost over the years
The waves of her desire
Gush at my feet on the shore
I long to seep away in the ocean
I long to go with her
To what limits can the destitution drive you, then was my turn to experience the thrill and the peace of having you to just talk with.
People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
Women stare at other women, so much that even men cannot compete