Can I, Can I have
One more kiss from those sweet lips
Can I, Can I have
One more chance to experience bliss
Can I
Touch her skin, hear her purr
Lose myself inside of her
Can I
But time has past, her strength has grown
No longer can I make her moan
Or can I
Make her quiver in my arms
Relinquish her desire in my regard
Can I
Have one more taste of those sweet lips
One more night to experience bliss
Can I, may I, pleassseee.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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