I wish you would hold me like you held him
Close and tinder
Letting your passion run wild
Taking me to that level of excitement and pleasure
That level you were willing to show him
I draw my coat closed pulling close
Walking on rain soaked streets
Why am I so different?
Why am I not worthy?
Back home in front of a warm fire
Glass of gin in hand
Sitting past midnight
The air is dry with my dissipating thoughts
and I’ve given up on trying to make sense…
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