Red on my lips,
staining your soul white shirt,
my possessive kiss,
that becomes shy as the night goes by.
I am fascinated by the denim of your dungarees,
a dangerous demon lives within me,
and she sees your blue eyes,
colliding with me,
as the bathroom spins,
I sink more drinks,
I want you to stay,
but I don’t know what it means.
I know what it means,
your hands tell me that you know too,
but I am afraid to be loved,
by someone who understands.
I play with your buttons,
as you hold me up,
holding me close,
a button breaks,
your blue eyes meet my brown eyes,
there is a smart remark,
about your increasingly visible bra,
and I forget how much I want you,
remembering who I thought I was meant to be.
There is a fire within me,
that only you can fight,
but I won’t let you,
because I’m afraid that if you did,
I would let it rage,
I would let you rage.
