Her Hair, Those Lips
by Nate Neumann
Her hair
those lips
do i dare
steal a kiss
she walks without me
i also walk alone
So close, but so far
days are long and lonely
I cry when i hear her voice over the phone
I just want to climb into my car
and follow that endless strip
i seem to be infinite and neverending
anticipation of times ahead
Guide me through the trip
Visions of her face ascending
and laying her down upon my bed
she looks so beautiful wrapped in a sheet
So i reach for a pencil
and immortalize her beauty that
makes me fall to my knees and caress her feet
she says it tickles
then purrs like a cat
She places her finger under my chin
Then pulls me up level with those lips
sweet fragarence of her hair
Gently i stole that kiss
Do i dare
steal another
Oh how i've missed you
my lover
More Torture?