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Nov 24, 2009
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Can I be any more blatant?
You had the cheek to appear in my dream
And before you ask, it was nothing obscene
We never did anything YOU didn't want to
Why won't you sneak me back to your flat
You don't have to tell your man about that
Think of those moments alone, just me and you
I had the cheek to ask you that question
Don't you think it's a wonderful suggestion
As my sister said to me 'fortune favours the brave'
Come on now, what do we have to lose
He won't find out, that I can assure you
And even if he did, your decision would be made
I wish you had the nerve to lead me astray
I wouldn't mind. I swear that would be ok
You could get me into as much trouble as you like
It would be more than worth it for you
I'd take a(nother) beating until black and blue
Just so we could have together, the finest night
Can I be more blatant with how I feel
How many more times before you know i'm 'for real'
Bang my head against the wall until the claret runs
You have to at least grant me one small thing
You know i'm not looking yet to give this in
I will keep on chipping away until you hear me Hun.
And before you ask, it was nothing obscene
We never did anything YOU didn't want to
Why won't you sneak me back to your flat
You don't have to tell your man about that
Think of those moments alone, just me and you
I had the cheek to ask you that question
Don't you think it's a wonderful suggestion
As my sister said to me 'fortune favours the brave'
Come on now, what do we have to lose
He won't find out, that I can assure you
And even if he did, your decision would be made
I wish you had the nerve to lead me astray
I wouldn't mind. I swear that would be ok
You could get me into as much trouble as you like
It would be more than worth it for you
I'd take a(nother) beating until black and blue
Just so we could have together, the finest night
Can I be more blatant with how I feel
How many more times before you know i'm 'for real'
Bang my head against the wall until the claret runs
You have to at least grant me one small thing
You know i'm not looking yet to give this in
I will keep on chipping away until you hear me Hun.
— Millage, Nov 24, 2009
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kitkat
16 years 6 months ago
A lovely poem. Love the
Millage
16 years 6 months ago
Many thanks Cass