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Sometimes
Sometimes I wish you were lying next to me.
Sometimes I wish you would just go away.
It’s all in how I love you.
I was told by someone… a singer I think
I was told to pick my friends like I pick my fruit. I have yet to find anyone that’s more ripe than you. You have the perfect tough, smooth skin, great color, and a soft juicy center that’s sweeter than anything else on this planet.
I just can’t taste it. It sits in front of me on the table taunting me to bite down and let the juice run down my lips and neck. I can’t.
So, I get to sit and stare at it; dreaming of how nice it would be to hold it in my hand. I wonder off into my own mind thinking about clutching you during a rainstorm. Watching the flashes from the lighting and laughing every time the thunder scares us. Running my fingers through your hair when you finally fall asleep and kissing you on the forehead just before I settle around you like a blanket there to protect you from the harsh world. I would lie in bed all night enjoying the sweet smell of the air mixed with wet of the rain and the night of passion filled sex. Waiting till you woke so I could hear your soft voice say my name… just so my knees go weak and I fall for you all over again.
Daydreams turn to nightmares as I realized I have to pick myself a new fruit. The waiting and temptation were far too much to handle. I need something I can bite down into right away. I need something that’s gonna give me something in return. I don’t like to watch and wait. I want the rain and soft kisses… the thunder and pretzel-ed bodies trying to keep each other safe.
I want my knees to go weak.
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heavy is the head that wears the crown
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