Reaching for your belt
I close my eyes
And
remember how sweet it felt.
Being there with you.
Such a busy man
you never have time for
my demands.
The moments with you
always slip so quickly
away
like sands
Through my hands.
Always such a rush.
Never time to linger.
Never time to touch.
All you say is hush.
Always miss you so much.
Like today.
To you my thoughts stray.
In my mind I take it slow.
No hurrying, rushing and go.
Such a busy man.
So many serious demands.
This I know.
But sometimes I wish
we could
just take it slow.
Sometimes I wish
you didn't have to go.
you didn't have to go.
At your feet I would sit.
If only for a little bit.
Such a busy man.
You never even have
time for your
own demands.
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