I want to smoke a pack with you,
To taste you, upon your lips.
(My heart still does flips!)
Now what am I supposed to do?
So I wait, watch, look and listen
My thoughts always do glisten.
One day I'll figure it all out
Until then, I may just shout.
04/04/2007
Posted on 04/04/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
