Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Path of Least Resistance

From a distance those red roses
fade away and lose their focus
and the only way to cope is
to water down those emotions 

When we talk I have a motive
I want to feel something explosive
with a little less disclosure 
I feel the need to win you over

A yearning to be closer
and have your head on my shoulder
if only for a night
to leave me yearning for another

If it wasn't for our distance
I would show you what you're missing
loving hugs and soft kisses
lustful bites
so delicious



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