Her
Lying in wait
My palms are sweaty and the lace fits in all the right places
My mind running
Thinking of your hands over my breasts and tounge on my skin
Yet you are not here
The hours pass and my heart grows heavy
Its because of her
Her with the eyes and the legs that go miles
Her that keeps your attention on those late nights
Her that knows of me but still choses lay on that wooden desk
Taking those long strokes i deserve.
But you see her
She doesnt hold your heart
And she,she didnt carry your world inside of her
She will walk away from you and ill still be here
Lying in wait
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