His Shallow Mind Is An Abyss
i look into those dark eyes and i wonder what he's thinking.
i don't want to miss anything so i stop blinking.
my heart picks up the pace.
i stare into his face.
i find my fingers intwined in his hair.
i sat here looking at him, but is he really there?
i get up and straddle him.
he puts his head in my chest, he's completley on the brim.
something good is coming my way.
i feel it, so i start to play.
he's rock hard as his hand grabs my back.
i pull his hair and arch my back.
he feels so good and warm inside of me.
i'm coming, i start to plea.
i look again into his eyes.
i touch his face, he touches my quivering thighs.
nothings there, not a thing.
i love him so, but i will not cling.
if he loves me he'll let me know.
until then i must go.
how could he make me feel so good, and not care?
maybe he's to deep to understand,
because when i look in his eyes, nothings there.
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