19 May 2012
You're sat on the sofa, Transfixed on the tv. I don't understand - What's wrong with me?
I yearn for you to come taste my lips, For your hands to wander over my breasts and hips.
But still you watch whatever's on, And I'm left here feeling alone.
Lonely even though we're here together, Whilst you ignore me for football or weather.
You push the buttons to control the tv. But I wish you were controlling me
If you don't want me then for God's sake -
Just set me free.
Opuss № I