Something of you

Something in the way he gets angry with me,
makes me feel so confortable, sure enough.
Sure enough of how much he cares about me.
The way his eyes stare at mine, with love.

He says he can take it any more.
"I'm totally crazy about your way of life."
Fitghing everyday for any simple thing,
thinking that you're allways right.

I love the line of his shoulders, his arms,
the soft touching of his skin, his waist,
long legs, long fingers, gentle lips and hands.
His sleeping face in the morning.


 The way he looks while making me love,
something in they way he holds my body,
embrance me, kiss my neck, bite a bit...
Something I can only feel, deep, in my soul.

Sometimes I can wake up with a soft kiss on my cheek.
Sometimes I can fall asleep the same way, caress.
Sometimes I hold your head thightly on my chest.
Sometimes I can't stop my wanting you here, deep.

Something in your lips is calling my name everytime,
something in the way you mind me, i need to kiss,
something bigger than you and me together, we two.
Something in the way we hold hands in the night.

I can crush you easily, desperate you, make a fool of you.
Turning your head around and round and round,
just for me, just look at me!
I want to hurt your fragile personality and leave you down.

And then take you away with me, to the hell.
Something in me needs to kill you with me,
and at the same time, need to live on for you.
Something of you, makes me want to change.

                     
                                                                     Sorry and love you.