chatting (an old love song)

Worlds fail as I gaze at your fingernails and how they tuck into your skin

Maybe it’s the drink but I can’t help but think of succumbing to a filthy sin

I wanna misbehave and surf the wave-like groove of the flesh of your lips

Cos I’m scared heartache will become heartbreak without the wet caress of your kiss

But the wall of guilt that circumstance has built weighs painfully heavy on my back

And so, for now, I’ll find solace, somehow, in your company, by chewing the fat


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