Thursday, May 7, 2009

needs moar added to it

A night spent handing you the keys and crawling in to bed
Keep the radio low, just try to clear your head
Just lead, I follow, just leave, I follow.
shaking hips, steady hands, pressing lips, no demands.

Pacing, stretching, still waiting
bedroom eyes, she's still baiting.
Roll over, just sleep, roll over, just sleep.
Can't shake you from my mind, it's you I have to keep.

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