Friends, can we be that?
Listeners, advisors, shoulders, supporters.
Feline to Canine, can you honestly see that?
When you inhale a fragrance so intoxicating that it doubles you over
With need so raw so pure that the blood runs hot in your veins.
Can I still be your homegirl?
Swollen pink lips glossed to perfection enticing an erection of salute
That would bring a soldier shame
Can we talk politics?
Skin that glows from the sun's kisses untouched by the harshness of life.
Smooth to the touch
Can you not touch?
Will you kneel with me and pray?
For eyes that betray the captive desire searching for freedom
To see without incrimination, to blink away the flirtation
That lies beneath the surface of Friends.
Can we discuss my day?
Not lingering into the night
When the vampires bite and the witches enlights
Us with their bewitching tales of pleasure to come
If only I would come over to your hide away.
Far away where no one could see us pretend
To be nothing more than just
Friends.
