Confessions

If only things were oh so very different,
And I could choose how it was,
To change all the blueprints,
Exactly to my own personal design.

I would make it easier to express emotions,
And make body language easier to read,
Like the worn and fingered pages of a book,
Or the fragile pages sewn by hand.

I'd make telepathy a possible skill,
To aid the senses and to help interpretation,
You'd know exactly how I wanted you,
And I'd know exactly what you need.

How I long to feel what you are feeling,
To understand the true meaning of your touch,
To allow the mind to be bonded to another,
And to have no confusion of thoughts.

If only things were oh so different,
We could speak freely and comfortably,
And know exactly what to say,
Or even how to say it if at all.

To know with a mere touch of the fingertips,
That's its you I want to touch me,
You I need to make me feel like a woman,
And you I desire to take me far away.

I'm the hopeless pathetic romantic,
That's running out of hope,
Now it's time to hear,
Exactly what I have to say.

I know it won't be easy,
But I'll just remember,
All the things I want to alter,
The telepathy, knowledge and understanding.

To release this burden of mine,
And be free of restless nights,
To break down my language barrier,
Without any hesisitation at all.

To complete this understanding,
To spill these beans of mine,
To soe the seeds and allow it all to bloom,

Beautiful as this emotion blossoming.

Within my chest that beats when you are near,

And pines for you when you are far from me,

Open up to me dearest darling,

And brief me on your mind.

Darting and tip-toeing whenever I may enquire,

I am dying insde to know what you feel,
Unlace your heart and undress your mind,

Now it's time to tell of your secrets...