Treasure Island

raesheka antwine

(shreveport)

do you love me? no really love me


Do you love me?
No really love me

Do you like to kiss and hug me?
Is it my body that makes you feel?
Or is it when I come at your will

Is it my body that turns you on?
It my lips that sang your favorite song

Do you really love me, no do you?
It's not the money
Or that you seem so to taste my honey
Baby do I make your day bright and sunny

What do you really need from me?
What is in my eyes that you really see?
Is this a relationship or it seems to be

Is it really an 'us'?
We never fight or fuse
But you always seem to have you hands on my bust

Sex is not what I need, love is what I need
That how I feed

Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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