the moon isnt far

lay down my dear
rest your pretty head
let you cares disappear
from your wicked body
escape from you anger
the frustration that fills you
no fear no worries
as sleep consumes you
as i lay her next to you
stroking your face
watching over you
as you finally slip away

your torrid style

i like the way you always played the game
sneaking off to find a place to buy
waiting for a day when i wouldnt be around
to see how long i took me to notice
you always did tend to miss the little things
that smirk you would wear when it was time
my searches for the boxes and bottles
a late arrival the days you were short for time
the outrageous bodacious blazing colors
were like a torch to your pale skin
as nice as it was i always wanted more
i wanted it to be a mixed up barrage
looking like you did it in a panic
i wanted to see something different
every time the light hit it from a new angle
i wanted pinks and purples and greens
what i got was better than nothing
enough that it still makes me smile
every time i think about you