you're just my lover
i hold you on a wire
pulling higher
like a little bug
on a little rug
never satisfied
i like to roll you on the floor
always wanting more
like starting a fire
burning with desire
i guess it's different
why i love you
as i take my place above you
like a little bug
on a little rug
i'm touching your smile
staying for awhile
but you don't own me
i'm setting you free
you're not the only
sweet lover for me
you can't mess around
bringing me down
i've cried so often
without making a sound
like a little bug
on a little rug
you're just my lover
i hold you on a wire
pulling higher
never satisfied
i like to roll you on the floor
always wanting more
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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