A Drunken Phone Call
Never the skinny, you always show your flex,
its how you hide the pride you have inside,
to baffle, to resist, to perplex,
his tries to glide the ride of your high tide,
rush out to play with the rookies in league,
you play rough and lay low, but I've won your intrigue.
Now, I reap what he sows and he has no clue,
his neglect now reflects my meaning to you.
But I say to you baby,
it's everything you make me out to be
that's wrapped around my man when you sex me.
I'm just everything he's not
and only what I allow you to see.
So, for now, we can together be.
Learning your capabilities can be fun,
ignore the bore and follow the allure to much and more,
before you get up and run,
cause the roar of guilt's core rests on reality's shore,
and the casual observer's they know,
cause we emanate what we're afraid does show,
in this was just supposed to be phase,
that's turned into a habitual endless craze.
But I say to you baby,
its everything you make me out to be
that's wrapped around my man when you sex me.
I'm just everything he's not
and only what I allow you to see.
So, for now, we can together be.
If tilts the way we've built,
I won't be the one with guilt.
Let shore's break wash away,
take the sandy flowers that wilt.
Cause I've convinced myself of what I should just accept.
Avoid surprise, be the wise, your leave I expect,
cause I know you,
I know you,
I know you,
I know you
TOO WELL!
(sex me= f me)
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2009
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