I am pleased for you,
another mind to haunt,
a whisper of your sweetness,
a touch of your taunt.
Your eyes cannot be fathomed,
and i cant grip what you're saying,
"do you want me to leave",
it is modesty you're feigning.
So bitter and somber,
but you breath a light blue fire,
the temptation isn't bliss,
but more or less desire.
There is a phrase caught in my head,
also ringing in my ears,
if I kiss those lips again,
I'm not meeting any fears.
I am lost along a desperate road,
I'll go lower as you get higher,
if I kiss those lips again,
I'll breath a light blue fire.
I wont fall upon that blank cotton cloud,
for I am no longer a fool,
you have lost your time for words,
you have lost your time rule.
