sexydeltagirl
02-27-06, 11:27 PM
I have allowed you to enter my world..
I didn't even realize I left the door of expectation open...
Taking notes on what you adore and admire in a woman..
Trying to approach this like a scientist, I've yet to form my hypothesis...
Either that or you have not proven me wrong....
You are so.....
I will sit in the front of your class and proudly raise my hand....
Study your body and it's movements like Darwinism....
Survival of the fittest at its best...
Let me be your muse....Teach me ole wise one...
I remain eager to soak in all that is you...
So I pledge a vow to your make believe religion..
Your doctrine like the scrolls...
I'm trying to find meaning in your words....
They speak a language I am not fimiliar with..
But I swear I will learn...
Cause you are worth my time and my eagerness to become one with you...
Not only in the physical but the mental...
Your words speak to me...
Reach places within me only they can go...
Deeper, to the bottom of my core...
I feel scared sometimes, I have trouble exhaling ...
But I beg for more...
My mind screams...
Yes, Yes, Yes....
Yet my lips produce silence...
Trying to keep a balance...
But not knowing how to seperate the fact from the fiction...
Do you really exisit?
Or are you a make-believe being....
I've created out my lack of worthy suitors...
Those who try to pursue can't even measure....
To the bar you have set before me...
Smoother me in your rhythm, coat me in your groove..
I know you are capable of exposing me to things unknown...
In your mind I will roam...suspended in your time and space...
Trying to find my way to the start....
Of how this all began....
Just bring me back...
When you are done with me...
Bring me back to me....
I didn't even realize I left the door of expectation open...
Taking notes on what you adore and admire in a woman..
Trying to approach this like a scientist, I've yet to form my hypothesis...
Either that or you have not proven me wrong....
You are so.....
I will sit in the front of your class and proudly raise my hand....
Study your body and it's movements like Darwinism....
Survival of the fittest at its best...
Let me be your muse....Teach me ole wise one...
I remain eager to soak in all that is you...
So I pledge a vow to your make believe religion..
Your doctrine like the scrolls...
I'm trying to find meaning in your words....
They speak a language I am not fimiliar with..
But I swear I will learn...
Cause you are worth my time and my eagerness to become one with you...
Not only in the physical but the mental...
Your words speak to me...
Reach places within me only they can go...
Deeper, to the bottom of my core...
I feel scared sometimes, I have trouble exhaling ...
But I beg for more...
My mind screams...
Yes, Yes, Yes....
Yet my lips produce silence...
Trying to keep a balance...
But not knowing how to seperate the fact from the fiction...
Do you really exisit?
Or are you a make-believe being....
I've created out my lack of worthy suitors...
Those who try to pursue can't even measure....
To the bar you have set before me...
Smoother me in your rhythm, coat me in your groove..
I know you are capable of exposing me to things unknown...
In your mind I will roam...suspended in your time and space...
Trying to find my way to the start....
Of how this all began....
Just bring me back...
When you are done with me...
Bring me back to me....