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The Urge

Fighting back the urge
The uncontrollable
Unbearable, Urge...
The urge to not make the next move
For my next move is supposed to be my best move
Well, isn’t that true?
What’s a girl to do?
Do I call? Do I text?
Do I text, do I call?
Do I call, do I text?
Please enlighten me on what to do next
Feeling as though the mere thought
Of, you
Is pulling at a part of my heart that I refuse to let go
Waiting on you to reach out to me
Has me over here losing my control
As my story begins to unfold
Lies in my head are told
“I’m okay”
That maybe just maybe I am better off
“This way”
Then maybe I’m just crazy and I shouldn’t be so soft
I scoff, as I cough
appearing at a lost
For words, better yet for thoughts all together
When I stepped out and took this leap of faith
I just knew that this time would be better
Yet I find myself sitting here all alone once again
Trying to hold it all together
Thoughts of you that ring true
Has her throbbing, she’s becoming wetter
And wetter
I scoff as I cough
for this is absurd
How can I possibly be thinking about sex?
As my breathing starts to slow
I’m damn sure not thinking about the next
Yet the next time you with your fine
Ugh, let me rephrase that line
For I, can’t say that because I am mad
Right?
Right, I am mad!
Better yet hurt, disappointed rather
But I …. Just …can’t…. stop…. thinking
I been thinking about you
Should I call, should I text?
What would you have me do?
I can still smell your soothing scent
Can still taste your delectable lips
Oh how I crave your tender kisses
And to just hold on to your rhythmic hips
No, I can’t, what am I doing?
What would you have me do?
Oh well, until further notice
I’m just gonna keep pretending
That I’m not thinking, about you
Written By Marcia S. McNeill
December ©2015
www.wordsbymarcia.com

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