Not Tonight
Just awaking in me to be something other than what I appear to be.
Placement productivity, because this is what I appear to be.
That sublime stature, of open emptiness, and lustful matter.
That,
“I keep it from you because I care”.
You don’t want to appear harsh and unyielding,
In your shielding the fact that you love another,
And I’m cool with that.
You see… I want something else tonight,
Not to be the apprentice, to your significant other, I want something you never
dare offer.
Incurable senitivity, showmanship ambition for me, a guaranteed,
Place in your heart,
A place where I can lay,
In your mind, with room, and space to grow,
No… that’s right I don’t want sex tonight!
You might think we’re still living in the moment,
But we’ve been planning this all along; spontaneity was never an official issue,
Because it’s me, I don’t want the second seat,
I don’t want to be turn into the “old biddy” teaching live seminars “for the sure-fire
way to monogamy”.
So go home, run for that bus,
Catch that train,
Before you miss that plane, because i don’t want sex tonight.
That touch I yearned for, was never the speeding ryhme, but that steal comfort
that it’s going to last unequivocal.
If I walk a hundred paces in from you, I don’t to have to worry.
And hurry back, because i can’t trust the silence any longer.
Play with my ears, the looking me in my eyes, kissing me with intensity,
Is liable to increase my faith in us.
I want more, than appears to be here,
Devotion, extra attention, words that can send warm voltage,
To my senses
You have it in you; I just know that’s not for me now.
So I love you, I do, okay, but your sex don’t make me safe,
It doesn’t protect me from my conscience, when you leave.
So go home please!
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