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Who’s Counting


I don’t know where you came from, but I know where you should be.
Its not a question of where you’ve been, but of whether you’d like to kick it with me?
You weren’t on my radar for months at a time, but now that I’ve picked you up, I want you all the time.
When we’re together our hands move around like the long and short hands on a clock, from the top to the bottom and back around again.
No matter when or how we start it off, we always end up wanting more time together to make up for the minutes we’ve spent apart.

What is up with this friction between us?
Every time we get close we create heat like a sunny day on Miami Beach.
Its all about those early mornings and late nights when we get together and even with no sleep, we both have never felt better.
I don’t know what you’re on, but I’m running on nothing but your touch and constant teasing, so let me continue to run on ‘E’.
I don’t plan on asking where you’re going because I know that you’ll end up with me.
I can’t replace the space that you fill so effortlessly.

So tell me who’s counting the steps it took:
To get here & to stay near.
To feel you inside me even when you’re not near.
To catch your scent in the air & wander around aimlessly, intoxicated by your presence.
It’s all about you these days, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It is all about you today and everyday afterwards, if I have my way.
Tell me how can I count anything that you do when you’re so priceless.

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How Do You Like Me Now? (Restraining Order)


By the way you move you must have a reason for every step you take,
I figure there must be fire burning in your bones.
Your heart is bigger than your body and it beats bolder than a crack of lightning.
There’s something in you that brings out the real person in me, even a blind man can see that.
Look past the surface, I’m afraid that I’m complicated, but there’s nothing to be afraid of.
If you can get me to like you, then you’ve got me.
You’ve got what I want, I’ll give you that.
I expected to love you, but I didn’t expect to be in love with you like this.

Well I’d rather not know where I’d be if I wasn’t chasing after you.
You won’t see it coming, though they all knew.
It’s always been there, in my stare and in my teasing.
How many times do I have to tell you to get out of your mind?
Get out of your mind and slip into mine and stay there as long as you like.
Love and insanity are somewhat connected, like a flicker to a fire or attraction to desire.
I’ve got what you want and you’ll give in once you say my name after yours and then back again.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, contradiction knows no equal.
We’re repelled by persistence although we love the feeling of the chase.

This is how it starts, first we deny it.
I can’t leave you alone for long, you know that.
We can’t have too much of a good thing.

Then we wonder about it, if only for a moment.
No one told me that your personality would be so addictive.
I’m what you desire.

Then we dance around the idea a little longer than we should.
I’m maintaining restraining this heart, just barely and you’re not making it easy.
I want everything right now.

Then we play games that we seriously shouldn’t, all the while waiting for our turn.
I push you away, just to pull you in closer than you were before.
How do you like me now?

And finally we give in, just enough to let it happen; a slip of the tongue, a slight of the hand.
If we’re lucky we’ll put aside the games and be real.
What happens next is up to you.

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