Looking for release.
i doubt he’ll ever find it in himself
to read my words again
i wish I could tell him how sorry i am for
falling for him
pushing him out
and trying to pull him back in.
i can’t help it, he lingers my mind
while I try to unwind.
my only release is with the thought of you,
wishing I could’ve taken my time.
sexual tension is through the toof,
no way of satisfying my craving
because we both know the truth.
if he ever needs some loving on the side,
I’ll be the first one to let him inside.