Another Normal Night Alone

Lol... conversations death sentence
We revel less, lifetime of stories told so quick
electronics cannot suffice
the black hole of longing in my arms
She'll materialize tonight
the fix is never enough

lips for my lips, arm wrapped around her hips
fingertips have a mind of their own
Tracing her waistline, to see what they find
Damn... she said not tonight...
OMG YES! She's changed her mind

I love what she let's me do.

Apart again, miles away
awaiting my device to light up with her name
she wants to be here as much as I want her here
and when she is I never want her to go
empty bed, loneliness spoonfed
by a fate that keeps us separate

Without her saliva on my pipe
the marijuana doesn't taste so sweet
and the high is so god awful low
But she left some possessions, so I know she'll return
to have her way with me and leave them again

I'm so glad she loves what I do.

by Venivik
posted on 08/06/2009