What you do
Can't remember the last time I felt this way
somethin about you,
what I can't say.
When I first came across you I stared for a while at your size and your stature,
your cute little smile.
Felt as if you were mine right then.
Like my man had just come back to me.
You know,
I want you to know all of me.
Even the parts that no one can see;
I'm scared to let you in,
but more afraid that you'll leave...
I try to put "misty" into words for you
the way the other girls must be able to
But I find
there are none to explain
Ive had to be silent
exist as just a name
attached to a girl
no one could get to
I liked it that way,
and then here comes you.
So many complex feelings hidden for years,
insecurities, anxieties, way too many fears.
"Misty" had been replaced by "I don't give a shit"
And you want me to talk about myself.
I cant shut out the thought of you,
I admit that I've tried.
And if I EVER say I dont want you,
Just know that I lied.
Truth be told,
I want to touch you in the most sensuous of ways,
Hold you hostage in the bed for days,
Only let you up daily to take a bath, then gently- slowly rub lotion all over your beautiful brown ass.
Am I being too blunt?
Well, you wanted to know
all about me
so here I go.
Want to know what I like?
I could go on forever, like things I'd do to you on days with cold weather,
use all my sick days, say that you had the flu
just to give me time to have my way with you.
Didn't expect this from little old me, did you?
You know,
I'd never tell you
even if we were alone
that I want you so badly...
because I know I shouldn't.
But what can I do?
I can't deny this any more than I can deny the sky is blue.
Hate to admit it, but damn,
I need you.
If you ever see this,
and you realize it's for you,
I gave you my number...
you know what to do.
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