It's not that I am losing interest, or that I am not attracted to him. I'm very attracted to him, I'm incredibly interested.
[│Treble-Clef, lots of flats ¾ When I first come home │ I want more than anything │ to jump him then and there │ But he's so tired │ And then it gets late and he is awake │ and oh how he wants me │ But I'm so tired │ Last night he asked me │ if I was no longer attracted to him │ and I cried out │ "No! That's not it!" │ I don't think he believed me │ I come to work │ and I'm so very restless │ Lonely a lot │ Bored │ I'm often the only one here │ I find myself thinking of him │ and how I miss him! │ And I come home and ׃║ ]
…the cycle of longing begins anew.
But it is the weekend now, and our cycles will not be in conflict any longer. I cannot wait.
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