Closed Doors

Hey you… in my bed, come and…

Taste my sweetness down below,
but don’t hope to find any within.
Caress and tickle this body,
but know you won’t get under this skin.

Spend hours embroiled in pillow talk,
but don’t think you will know me.
Stare longingly into these brown eyes,
but deep inside you will not see.

Make plans for my birthday,
but if I refuse them, do not be surprised.
Parade me as a prize in the street,
but my heart, open it will not be prised.

Receive my affectionate words,
but don’t try to read what I say.
Massage my knotted body,
but it’ll take more to take my pain away.

Tug at my hair with your fingers,
but me, you don’t get to hold onto.
Tell me you love me,
but know it has a different meaning, if I say it too.

Take me away & photograph memories,
but know they won’t etch in my heart.
Make love to my nakedness, baby,
knowing this un-bared soul will one day depart.