Me, My Own 9/19/11
What is it to be?
To be something, to be nothing, to be all
With you or without you
Next to you, my fingers on your warm skin
My lips kissing the innermost sensual spots
Tender, a love so unyielding
Yet I'm yearning, wanting and needing more
Up and down, and then all around
To and fro, and then back again
You always seem to come back to me
Like a little lost puppy, a misplaced doll
Here you are, beside me
I need you to be my rock
You have big shoes to fill if you want to be with me
I need you to catch me when I fall
I must admit, I tumble quite a bit
Can you handle that?
Do you think you're getting in over your head?
Because to get with me I need your all
Do I need to stroke your ego?
Tell you what a big, fulfilling lover you are
My words, my feelings, my love wrapped up in a package
Enclosed with a bow, and sealed with a kiss
Do you want to hear me whisper what you want to hear?
That I love you, that I need you, that I want you
Lust, passion, a fire that can't be doused
What is it to exist?
Even without you, but I'd rather much with you
Don't let these little sayings get to your head
What is this? What am I to you? Can you answer that?
To be truthful, to be faithful, to give up playing the game
Adding the numbers, and adding them up every single day
Addition, when you're really subtracting
Do you feel that? Do you hear the hoes calling?
Never wanting a good woman in your corner,
Even though you know that's what you need
Always lusting, and thrusting after these sack chasers
Mindless freaks that flock for all the wrong reasons
Never seeing you for quite who you are, or do they?
Playing a game of masks, can you keep up these days?
Your game is getting sloppy, we're beginning to fall between the cracks
She knows about the other girl, and the other one knows about your other girls
But do any of them know about me?
Me, my own rock, my own love, my own
Me, that's all I ever need, and what you'll always want