Pounding heart

A photo is nothing but a crop
For a start I miss the noise
The smell is absent and that’s a pity
The whole story needs a voice

A video is no solution
The camera between us
Everything that happens behind me?
The idea is nothing but fuss

Bridge
England, Nederland, a ditch in between
You think you use common sense
Very English you pour a gin tonic
Too late, the glass is in my hands

All my plans straight in the freezer
My friend’s mind set to be a star
With emotions so superfluous
Not convinced - boredom not far

Chorus
Ashamed to say I slammed the door shut
the bedding was thrown back
Was it a prayer or an invitation
I devour you with my mouth
You were shaking ever so lightly
Are you a virgin? Am I a beast?
Honesty’s the best policy
Pounding heart, my tongue travels south

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Kind regards, Gus