What's It Gonna Be Boy
You sprinkle yourself inside me
With every phone call
With every intercourse of feeling
With every giggle you pull from me.
You make me love myself,
Because I see myself in you.
If you don't desire me,
If I never make your hands shake,
When I'm close,
Really close....
Then it's time now
To step back
And save my heart
Like a hero.
I'll let you sleep on it.
©2012 Ruby Honeytip
Copyright © Ruby Honeytip | Year Posted 2013
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