Your lips are pink and supple, I wish I could kiss them: your pecky nipples are so adorable, I wish I could kiss them.
Your laughs are like cords, they give me some kind of effects: the day you waved at me, I leaped for joy! Am in love alone.
How will the world see me, how do I tell them I might be gay? All I ever wanted was to kiss your lips, to feel your breath on my skin, hot and silky while I touch your curves.
Its all fantasy, our paths will never cross especially on this grounds: religion and ethnicity, I know God is a necessity for you.
I will feel the pain alone and the effects your laugh brings: stop telling me to help unhook your bra, or to help with the chain on your waist!
You torture me silently, with how you walk, you torture me with the way you play with my hair, my hands and lips, one time you told me how you loved my lips, I got turned on.
Am sitting alone in my room, thinking of how you will never know I really want to get down with you, or that I hate your boyfriend simply because he can have you and I cannot.
Remember that one time you came to my place, telling me of how you can twerk now! You danced and your butt bounced right in front of me, I clenched my hand so as not to grab your butt.
Sweats came rolling down your chest into your cleavage, I felt like I was choking into the bliss of your oblivion. You don’t know what you are doing to me.
I will keep my mouth shuts, like the gates of Egypt, hoping that you will read my thoughts and make a move, but for now I will watch with pains in my heart as I will help again with your bra.