This desire has me yearning for you
I desire your touch
Like a moth to a flame, I need you that much
You’re water, to my dehydration
I’m expressing this to you in poetic conversation
I desire the way I hunger for you
I am the bird
And you are the feeder
Let my beak do the work, while you’re the receiver
I love the way you fill my tummy up
You’re my warm coffee in my winter cup
One minute away from you and I am stuck
I desire our lips to assemble
You’re like my pad and I’m your pencil
So you can write on me anyway that you would like
Don’t be afraid to unveil me Mike
Although I desire you
I’m perplexed
At society’s view
Ample times I admire you
So, are you going to be the fool
And let your well run dry?
While I sit here and cry
Making sure these tears don’t fill your bucket
And if don’t want to be with me than fuck it
I guess desire can be good mixed with bad too
In your hands rest two pills red or blue
You’re trying to play me like I don’t have a clue
That’s why I no longer desire you
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