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The next page
The next page:
Staring at this blank page: thinking of all the things I want to say
I start from the beginning: and work I myself around to the bottom
But it all ends the same way
I love you, I really love you
I don’t know how to: but I am trying to let you love me to
Sex was so easy before I met you
It was like, just being free: to just enjoy the finer things
Like a simple walk on the beach now: I can’t even do that, without thoughts of you…lingering
His lips are just about to touch mine: his body is so close to me I am red from need
Burning I am on fire, I am ready with desire: he touches me; every touch leaves a trace of electricity
His lips meet mine, I make the mistake “don’t do it Lori, don’t do it” I opened my eyes
He is not you, it is not your lips, your bald head, and it is not your finger tips
He becomes something entirely foreign to me: I cannot do it; I am not in the mood
I just do not want it, I changed my mind “what is wrong with you?” he asked me angry
I don’t know I am sorry I cry sadly
It all ends the same way: I love you, I really do love you
Now I am just trying to figure out: how to move on to the next page
Lori
Staring at this blank page: thinking of all the things I want to say
I start from the beginning: and work I myself around to the bottom
But it all ends the same way
I love you, I really love you
I don’t know how to: but I am trying to let you love me to
Sex was so easy before I met you
It was like, just being free: to just enjoy the finer things
Like a simple walk on the beach now: I can’t even do that, without thoughts of you…lingering
His lips are just about to touch mine: his body is so close to me I am red from need
Burning I am on fire, I am ready with desire: he touches me; every touch leaves a trace of electricity
His lips meet mine, I make the mistake “don’t do it Lori, don’t do it” I opened my eyes
He is not you, it is not your lips, your bald head, and it is not your finger tips
He becomes something entirely foreign to me: I cannot do it; I am not in the mood
I just do not want it, I changed my mind “what is wrong with you?” he asked me angry
I don’t know I am sorry I cry sadly
It all ends the same way: I love you, I really do love you
Now I am just trying to figure out: how to move on to the next page
Lori
Published 10th Sep 2014
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