Hardly the Man of my Dreams

Who said love was dead?

                              Hardly the man of my Dreams



                              Hardly the man of my dreams
                              Oh no
                              It was never that simple boy.
                              Not that smooth adonis brow
                              ...........not that certain razor smile
                              you ribbed in perfect teeth.

                              You only borrowed me for a while.
                          my sighs echoing out in an empty house
                              .............and me dressed to the skins
                              a victimless crime that lay waiting
.                              ..............to be taken again and again.

                              But I really wanted to be you
                              you know
                              I ached for the taste of your blood
                              on my tongue
                              matching skin that would covet our flesh
                              like the latest fashions.

                                But instead, you took me quickly
                                always
                                one foot out of bed
                                your smile long slid away
                                to that last lukewarm drink
                                and you watching me in the mirror
                                circling.........................................

                                I always stayed a stranger with my mouth full.