Talking Naked
I desire an audience with you;
The man whose eyes once held a blue flame,
that old version before the time flew;
When you gave me a silly nickname,
I’d speak you’d hear what I had to say;
Moments that did not feel like a game;
My heart you’d always let me display
hanging on to every dream I whispered;
More then happy with a bit risqué;
Then emotions grew and made you dread,
let’s rewind to when we talked naked.
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