The Affair
I think about you daily to the point of no return.
You’re an obsession that I can’t seem to shake, an addiction that not even rehab can cure.
You are my morphine that I need every day just to get by, you make the pain go away and
get me feeling so high that nothing even matters any more.
I know it’s over, hell, it never really began. But for the life of me, I can only picture my life
with you.
Surrounded by your embrace, warmed by your laughter, loved by your smile.
You make me think of being in a desert, no water, no food, no way of survival.
And then, out of no where appears this oasis, an oasis filled with fresh water and the
sweetest berries.
The sweetest of berries.
I know I can’t be with you, for she’s with you and I’m with him but let’s just pretend for a
moment…a simple moment…that we could make this thing work…
Could I be the air that you needed to breathe?
Could I be the beat of your heart and the pep in your step?
Could we make this fatal attraction a reality?
For see when I see you I see me, and when I see me I see you right next to me, walking
and swinging like we’re nine and having the most wonderful time.
I dream of the nights I get to hold you close and even when I’m laying next to him I’m
imagining your embrace and the smell of your hair and the sound of your snores.
Yes I said it, I want to even hear you snore because the rhythm of your breathing eases the
tension that leaves me awake at night.
Just imagining you next to me helps me get a full 8 hours rest and when I awake I am fully
rejuvenated.
You see his kisses aren’t like yours, and her touch isn’t like mine, we are missing so much
chasing after things that don’t belong in our midst,
Won’t you just listen for a minute…please...listen…just for a minute.
I can make you feel like no other, and care for you like no other, and be there when there is
a dead end and you can’t turn right or left.
I can smoke a rib and light a blunt like one of the homies, and when night time falls I can be
a special homie…
She can’t and will not love you like I do and while he trys, his efforts are in vain because the
only eyes that I have are for you.
You are my sunshine when the clouds turn gray, my warm rain on a sunny day.
You are my personal chocolate mountain that I would like to climb, to reach the climax is a
dream of mine.
I can see us with or without kids, we can even have a dog if that’s all you want to deal with.
Just do me this one favor and think about it, please, just for a moment.
Think how happy we can be, just you and me.
Copyright © Monique Davis | Year Posted 2009
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