rum and coke by Bet YeldemIf wishes were changes
your seeking lips would linger a while longer
on mine, you wouldn't taste of rum
and coke, and I wouldn't go on
pretending like I don't care
that you are only mine when I am sleeping.
I'd like to teach you
how to reach me and touch my skin so
that I barely feel your presence
and yet your fingers become
a hurricane force of
intensity that brings me to my knees.
If wishes were changes
you wouldn't look at me that way anymore
then turn so quickly as if you just
remembered that i don't fit
into your master plan,
a life carefully crafted to seem spontaneous.
I'd like to show you
how to know me and how to let me swim
in you because you've swallowed
me whole, never guessing
that I could make
my home sweet home deep in your veins.
If wishes were changes
this dam of excuses would be washed away,
just long enough for me to find out
whether my instincts were right
or wrong about your ability
to look me in the eye upon our waking.
09/04/2006 Posted on 09/04/2006 Copyright © 2024 Bet Yeldem
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