In between the Sheets

Here I am 11 in the night, trying to get my mind right.
I'm thinking bout how crazy i am.. that's right how crazy i am.
drove 3 hours to see ya, and chill wit ya, thought it would be cool to chill wit ya
got there and chilled with ya, man it was fun to chill wit ya..
but isn't it always?
no, damn i'm wrong.. the answer isn't always..
especially when my feelings start going all ways...
yeah you and i both know where im going with this,
but i can't take it right now.. i need to get this off my chest
i like you, i love you, i think you're the best,
but i conceal that shit or try to at best...

our relationship lies in between the sheets,
where we get it on, where we get along... is that the only time we get along?
i went to see ya, chilled wit ya dudes, yeah they cool, thought everything was cool
but you touched my face in such a way that made me say.. to myself,
man he's trying to make me crazy.. see it's the little things that get to me, not what you say to me
because we don't talk .. about "us" or how we be, and how our relationship lies in between the sheets..
i moved ya hand, you thought it was rude, i wasn't trying to be rude.. i was just SCARED...
i ain't want no feelings but thats what came, when you touched my face in such a way that made me
reminisce.. you hadn't touched me like that in such a long time, my mind was tryin to push it away..
ha! my "mind" .. yeah it's prolly my imagination, causing my frustration.. throwing things outta proportion...
you were jest letting me know you wanted to get it on.. man i wanted to get it on..too
we left and went back to the room, got excited cuz we was about to groove, i was down.. i wanted to groove..
that's what we always do.

excellence! kissing, touching, rubbing, caressing you got it all... i love it..
man but why do i love it? i never think about why i love it.. you ask me and i don't really know
see i just think, i dont think about what i think about.. i just think about being in between the sheets with you, feeling your groove when we're in the mood...
but now i got to thinking about what i think about

the reason why i love being in between the sheets is because i love you, and never did i stop.. i'm still in love with you
.."i am, but i'm not.. i'm so confused..damn its true i'm in luv with ya fool"...
see in life you either move on or get on...
you moved on, i got on..
life doesn't stop, nor does the world .. so you live on this path.. move on or get on
you moved on, i got on.
you don't love me for who i am, or do you?
you care for me, you would be there for me, you dont wish harm on me... so then you must love me
but i dont want that kind of love, i want the kind of love where i'm the first thing you think about and wonder about throughout the day...
man , if you were me for a day... you would see how much i adore you.

In between the sheets is where i wanna be so i can see you..feel you.. feel you love me.
that's the only time you love me is when we're getting it on.
our relationship lies in between the sheets, where it has been for so long.
i spill my love for you, and think u might too.. i speak to you, i think you reply... is that what i see in your eyes?
or is that my imagination running wild again?
heh.. i even dream about ya and how we could be together, imagine sleep being better than reality
i know you don't understand cuz your reality is real, real good...
my wanted happiness is so ephemeral... yeah thats right cuz dreams are ephemeral, they come and go in the blink of an eye.
man sometimes i just want to say bye.. to you, and erase you from my mind, just like in "eternal sunshine"..

we staretd to watch city of god and "oh my god!" was it good to be next to you, but it was uncomfy, being next to you
in that slim slim couch... ouch. heh "ouch"..
i went to move to the other side, so you could have room but you grabbed me and told me to stay...
i was happy that you asked me to stay.. by your side... for once not in between the sheets..
but i didnt take it out of proportion or blow it up cuz you were talking in ur sleep, i got it thas wassup...
eh wait, you never asked me to stay by your side, in the middle of the night.. in your living room. what's the difference now... here goes my imagination.. brought back to reality... in between the sheets that's where i wanna be... gettin it on with you..

falling asleep.. fell asleep, woke up to the touch of you, wow that's new. woke up, did some homework.. what a nerd
came in told me it was time for bed, i said ok.. time for bed. closed my computer and got to bed..
oh my god.. i'm in the bed with you... in between the sheets, but not on top of you... on the side of you... in between the sheets...
thinking bout tomorrow, "will we get it on",
but then i feel a touch.. your arm- pulling me closer... oh lord, he's pulling me closer..
i was scared, real nervous you see because u were holding me...
i loved you holding me, i didnt want to move because u were holding me...
in the middle of the night you moved, but still held on to me... fuck !!!! all my feelings came back
i love you, i am in love with you, that's why i love being in between the sheets, because that's the only time you love me...
you were holding me, wanted to tell you not to let go of me, but i knew where that would get me... no where just you moving away from me... god forbid you read this.. you'd say this is it for me..
i'm bugging out right now, missing you like crazy wanting to be your lady..
what a dream cuz it will never be.. i'll just have to look forward till the next time we're in between the sheets.

Daffodils..

I layed with you in a bed of daffodils and it was sweet.
I felt the cool gentle breeze brushing against my toes, a slight shiver ran through my body, bumps permeating all over. I dug my face deeper into the sweet smell of daffodils, and I felt more at ease. Time was passing but it felt as if it had stopped and I grew still. I didn’t want to disturb the ambiance of the oh so sweet daffodils.
Alas I plucked myself of the bed of daffodils, with the cool gentle breeze only to discover I was lying in your bed, my face mottled into your great smelling shirt, underneath the ceiling fan. I had woken up.. I want to lie back down in your bed, where fields of daffodils await our company.

I laid in a bed of daffodils only to awake to a ceiling fan and the smell of some sort of deodorant or maybe perfume, or cologne. It was sweet. It was good. I am awake now, for about one whole day straight, wishing to sleep in the bed of daffodils. Oh the sweet daffodils, so golden.. “when the times were Golden”. I am no where near the place ..

I am no where near the bed of daffodils, but wishing I were. Missing it as if it were intrinsic to my being; feeling empty and incomplete without it. It isn’t part of my being, though. I live… eat, breath, drink, go on with life without this bed of daffodils.. but oh how I long to lay in it. It is too sweet; if you had laid where I laid, you would understand. So unfortunate that this bed is ephemeral, only withstanding underneath that ceiling fan.. that stupid, stupid ceiling fan. The fan that creeks, swaying back and forth as if it were trying to break free from its confinement to that top wall… “Stupid, stupid” top wall… “when the times were Golden.” Knowing the ephemerality breaks me down, yet makes me longing for more.