The Girl Sitting At the Security Desk

Fleeting glances Stolen chances To look into your soul You pass through the corridors of my mind I look up from thoughts thicker than a book I purloin a look In an attempt to catch your eyes Though I was thrown off momentarily by the music of your thighs But that look in your soul windows Your beauty causes me to lose my train I can’t remember my intellectual flow Half smiles from behind a doubting screen Understandably cautious Almost intentionally mean I try to mentally dart around Try to be a book that you can’t seem to grasp But you just can’t stop reading cause you want to comprehend And that little voice in my head Implores me to stick it for another second Cause all colours will be exposed And you’ll let me in Erase all fear Bring my soul near I don’t want to leave it at I think you’re beautiful and I want to get into your mind It’s not so simple as taking a ribbon to bind Our two psyches Not just a physical or emotional bond I want to compose your essence in a song A lyrically artistic connection No more complex than poetic selection Unexpected meeting Endeavouring to be charming My swagger, amusingly arrogant greeting Delusions of intellectual stimulation Ineffective word manipulation My heart the suckling infant Held close wrapped in your warm arms Of smiling bliss Left in my dreams where your lips I kiss Violent awakening to realize who I miss No, the chances missed To talk to The girl sitting at the security desk