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(unfinnisheed.)
When I'm breathing the lips of another, you'll soon wish you were my air.
When I run my fingers through his mind you'll wish that was your hair.
When I lock the door and you're no longer what I see, you'll try to pick it, try to find the key.
When you see him treat me as a queen, youll wish you were still my king.
When my finger tips walk along his body, you'll wish it was you under my feet.
When you see another make me fly, you'll wish to be the wind.
When you see me start to begin again you'll beg for it to end.
A Very Cool Write
Nice perspective, great metaphors - enjoyed.