Because there are no boundaries,
Because there are no kerbs.
Because there is no holding me,
I'm full of ruddy verbs.
Like touch, caress and sometimes kiss,
Coquet and flirt and downright lust.
Like care, appeal and maybe sigh,
and woo and sue and oft-times buss.
All 'do' words, each with action in mind.
All verbs, no action. I'm out of my mind.
We hardly touch, we don't caress.
But in my thoughts… they're sometimes a mess.
I long to hold you in my arms,
To search among your many charms.
To find the spot that makes you smile
Not one that makes you run a mile.
To press your funny button, make you giggle,
To find those things that make you wriggle.
Not those that merely make you shriek,
But those that make you want to be weak.
There was a time, not that far past,
when on my mouth, you nearly bussed.
and if that kiss had had a fulsome start,
They'd need crowbars and jemmies to tear us apart.
It would have been brilliant, wonderful, great.
Though I don't think your father would give it a rate.
Somehow your mother would simmer and frown,
Something she'd search for, to give me a crown.
So once more, it's patience, loyalty, wait.
Although there are times when I'm all of a state.
I'll go on with hoping, being helpful and kind,
Not fretting or frowning; controlling my mind.
Sort-Of.
Verbs.
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