Locked Doors
Hidden Keys
Makes me hide all of these
Happy, Sad
All my tears
Helps me hide all my fears
Hold my hand
Kiss my cheek
Makes my legs still go weak
Touch my face
Brush my lips
Gentle hand upon my hip
Skin gets hot
To the touch
How I want you, oh, so much
Not allowed
Must deny
Makes me want to run and hide
Locked Doors
Hidden keys
Helps me hide all of these...
J. Smith
