Disguising a crush, must put the motor in park.
Not wanting to appear strong, feelings in the dark.
Screaming in agony as her loins grow deep.
Nectar between her limbs begins to seep.
The agony of controlling her desire.
The agony of trying to put out her fire.
When she sees his face, she wants to go wild and free.
Riding him like apony to want him to send him to ectasy.
She must control her passions so she can respect him as whole.
To view him as a person and be a friend as her heart wants to roll.
She doesn’t know who, what, when, or how.
What is going to happen between them now?
Keeping her waiting, for that she does not care.
She will wait until she is old and gray when he enters her lair.
There is something about him she doesn’t quite understand.
There is something killing her softly as her heart beats grand.
The agony of waiting to see what’s next.
As time is being taken, as its been said on text.
The agony of being patient, but it’s something she must do.
She doesn’t want to ruin anything between them two.
Pacing herself for that magic moment to happen soon as day.
Nervous as a cat as she paces back and forth wondering if it is today.
The suspense is killing her, but she has to wait.
For it’s his call, it’s up to him to debate.
The agony of torture but all signs are true.
They both liking each other but waiting to persue.
The agony of being patient because this is her choice.
Something good must come out of this, so she can finally rejoice.
