by Bonney Bott 08/15/2004
It's so uncomfortable to be in this position
Of having a broken heart
And no promise of mending in my lifetime,
Not saying I feel fine.
A matter of timing, some dancing and dining,
Unfulfilled pleasures of the flesh
Leads our flow of conversation to my request
And puts your morality to the test.
I take you into my confidence
While you take me in your arms
We share a kiss and more,
Things we've never done before.
Come hither, let me breathe in your essence
While you repair damages by another.
A tryst between friends might ease the pain
To help me feel whole again.
You do a great favor not denying
To give me yourself and my confidence.
I writhe and twist
As I'm being kissed.
Pretending to be my beloved,
You make me scream
You make me shout
And show me things I'd never found out.
At last fulfillment
Changes my feelings.
They're no longer up in the air.
Your tenderness put my broken heart in repair.