Lust
By missmfa
Pretending you're a table Doesn't help matters much I always end up pretending I'm under the table Or on top of the table So I'll stop pretending. Pretending you're a rock Is rather pointless I always end up pretending I'm moss Clinging onto the rock's hard surface So I'll stop pretending And give in to the urge. Pretending I can't see you Is pure torture I always end up pretending You're air All over me and deep inside me So I'll stop pretending And give in to the urge To devour you with my eyes. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 05:43 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 0 • 10
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"Pretending you're a table ..."