Cruising Alone

  I know that you don't like me, Even if he was the one who first wrote to me. You never really understood Why I cared for him. So I kept my distance. Because I could never have him The way you do. He only remembers me When he's feeling blue. We started off as friends, And perhaps that's How we were always meant to end. He chose you To be his wife, And he's grateful You became his life. I exist only in his memories. You lie in his embrace. You stand beside him In sickness and in health, Through the trenches and life's wealth. And I would never wish To be the cause of pain, Or the reason Love begins to strain. But sometimes I wish He had kissed me, Back when I believed We were meant to be. Because you get to share Your tears with him. I hid mine Whenever life turned grim. You will always have him. Yes. You will always have him. I will simply Be  A memory.

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

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