The Excuse

The Excuse

The Excuse
I touch you, too tired
I touch you, too sick
I touch you, depressed
So, Go catch a stick!
Let’s cuddle – I can’t
Let’s cuddle – I won’t
Let’s cuddle – No way!
It’s some kind of joke
Imagination wins
Imagination emerges
I’m growing some fins
I’m growing some urges
I’m swimming to keep
My head above water
You’re not dirty, but…
You’re taking a shower
So uptight and cold to me
I’m going outdoors – to a PARTY!
At least I’ll get drunk and not laid
The maid is so tired this CHARADE!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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