Wrote this a few months back, yep, I write somewhat dark stuff. But on a lighter note I am going to try my hand at writing music for a few people that have asked. Who knows, they might just be good. The warmth, your breathe upon my neck I turn, I plead, I have to reject. Your advances, you passion I do so deflect But you linger, you flirt, I am the object Of your true desire, of passion, am I correct? I ponder, I wonder I maybe rely On my good sense, my nature, to not reply To your advance, your womanly wiles Your passion your hunger, your goddess smiles For I have to walk a hundred miles To see my true fate, to escape the rivals Of my affection and the vials Of your love potion, or is it a spell Is it just my emotion, please do, please tell Your heart beats strong upon my back as I try to stay calm Stomach is a mess, butterflies at best, my body is in alarm As your fingers flutter affectionately across my arm Working their way down till they circle my palm Now what should I do, what could be the harm In accepting your advances Now what are the chances That my wife would care if she ever found out? My brain is in turmoil, I hear it scream and shout out! What should I do, what do I have to sort out? My feelings, my hunger, what is this about? Slap me now, kick me, stab me, give me a clout Now what do I do, What must I, need I say? That its just for one night, or for just one day? To convince myself of this one, this only, this minor indiscretion To seek the love of another, is it so wrong? That is my question I turn to her in slow motion, emphasising my hesitation But I can not work it out, can not do this calculation As I look upon her, see her soul, her passionate resolution The love, the lies, The look in her eyes But further more, to my surprise This could be my downfall, be my demise But I feel the same, I can not disguise The feeling for her, the need for her flesh The touch of her hand, self control a mess She unbuttons her blouse And I allow my arouse But should I condemn it or go further in this house? Slither into her loins or scamper out like a mouse? I turn to her, my muse my life blood, but not my spouse.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 12:58:44 +0000
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