The room is dark as the night
I walked in from and I can see
Angling out waiting your arm
Inked up and laid out for me
Possibility on black cotton sheets
And I am more than tipsy
I’m past standing strong
It’s been to long and
I’m ready to give in
Who gives a fuck about
Keeping it chaste when
Your face is shaved and
I crave the taste of your lips
Sweeter than than the flavor
Of saying no could ever be
Why should I, why me?
Why do I need to walk away?
When I want to cave
I want to sleep in your arms
Hard and soft
With storIes to trace
Whispers questions
answered Face to face
Without the space
For pants or shirts or sheets
between us
Just the bed rocking
beneath us
Motley Mind 