h2>Dating : I love when our lips get intwine, I love when my back is felt against your bare hair, when your…
I love when our lips get intwine, I love when my back is felt against your bare hair, when your hard-tender fingers run through my chest.
It’s like the day I’ve never dream to come true,
but here I am giving myself to you as if you deserved it, not remembering those hateful words I said earlier, even though it’s hurt.
I enjoy every bit of you, every inch of your skin felt across my skin.
I feel like a woman again.
just go, on doing what you can, cause I can’t help it, if you stop.
But then again, you’re just a fucked up liar!
Doing the same thing for every damsel in the street, I mean nothing to you; than just your neck and call lady you hire to the bed when you need it.
But then, I can’t help it, can I?
I feel weak Everytime your hands runs through my hair, feeling your lips at the nape of my neck,
Your breathe felt across my shoulders.
I know you wanted one of your own.
When we are at it, you whispering severally into my ears,
“we would call her name, Lola.”
I knew how much you loved the African names, but am sorry, if I couldn’t get someone to call you father, or a son to call you Dad.
It’s my fault, I know that.
Still if you want to love me, then you do, if you want to do the Playboy then you stay away.
My heart aches anytime we are together and knowing deep down you don’t love me but just want me.
I can’t give you want you want, yes I know that!
But you shouldn’t hurt me still!
Am pained, love. I am.
I hate to see you with other beauty’s.