Talking to myself 2

He was too good to be good for me,
While your touch can't compare to nobody.
Maybe I'm old-fashioned a little,
I desire you with my mind and body.

When you leave me burning like this –
How dare you?.. But I kinda like it.
Is it a hallucination?
All alone with your hands on me?

I ought to want you, you ought to own me.
You know by heart how to manage this.
That aftertaste when you leave,
Boldness and confidence you fill in.

Magnetism in the air.
You are my guilty pleasure.
Dirty dance in real life.

I've never seen such a smirk on your face,
Like you know something I don't but should.
I put my eyes down as always...
"Will you come tomorrow?" "Sure"

Apr. 3, 2025