A Requiem for What Could Have Been
Fingertips that start fires...
Silence that casts ice...
My Dr. Jekyll;
My Mr. Hyde.
A penny dreadful
consuming my life;
I'll be the chemist,
your drug is my strife.
I can't walk away...
My heart fraught with dread,
Analyzing, scrutinizing
each sentiment said.
Desire that consumes
and curiosity growing
wrap hands around the throat
of any restraint I've been showing.
Lips that spread heat all the way through my thighs...
Mixed signals convincing me that it's lies...
My Dr. Jekyll.
My Mr. Hyde.