You remind me,
Of an ocean,
Calm and beautiful,
But you never know,
When the storm,
Might take over.
You make sweet love to me,
Yet have bitter talks.
I dread our pillow talks,
Yes I do.
Awkward and naked,
Lying on the bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
Stealing glances,
At each other,
And catching our breathes,
Now I know,
Why people call you,
A play boy,
Damn! How I wish,
It wasn't true.
A pact of just,
Being friends with benefits,
Doesn't satisfy my need,
I need more,
More of you,
You won't ever understand.
Atleast that's better,
Better than nothing,
But,
Our pillow talks,
Is what I long for.
Our pillow talks,
Is all I want.
Our pillow talks,
Is what I live for.
Pillow talks,
Pillow talks,
And just,
Pillow talks.
-r.f.
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