Echoes of Reality - by Erik Smith
Reserved for
herself I cannot touch
Her life for herself I can't inch up
Focusing herself she won't come out
Everything inside I wanna make her shout
Whenever she walks right by
Something inside me rustles
I quickly flash into another world
Where I'm causing her use of tight muscles
I hear slight echoes of reality
Straight back to her moves my mind shuffles
She stops a moment and flashes a smile
A mental moan of pleasure my teeth quickly muffles
She doesn't
have to be anything but herself
She doesn't have to give me any kind of hope
She doesn't have to speak a word from her mouth
She doesn't have to straight stress herself out
She doesn't have to dress special in style
She doesn't have to follow any certain path
She doesn't have to try and I cannot resist
She just doesn't have to
