I sit at the end bed
Waiting for her kiss
I sit on the end of my rope
Waiting for her lips
My mind wanders to her eyes,
Her warm gentle hands
My mind wanders to stopping my cries
Waiting for her Voice
Waiting for that soft spoke noise
That makes my heat beat
I jump to my feet
As she stands there, waiting for my lips.
Her soft hazel eyes,
Makes me kill any thoughts of wanting to die
Her lips soft and smooth
I love the way that she loves me,
This is the way it was meant to be.
