Staring at your garden gate Your gateway to heaven The black, twisting, curling, lace like bars Keeping me out, but allowing me to see in Past your gate, I see your garden Your garden of Eden The curling, twisting hair like grass Rustles in the wind that blows it's tips At the bottom of your grass, I see your door Your doorway to a new love The pink curtains hang symmetrical each side of the frame Can't see in, until their opened Through the door and I'm in your house Your home is where my heart is The flooding warmth grabs a hold of my body This is a place I don't want to leave Can I come and visit again tomorrow? Can I come and play? Maybe if I'm really good I can come again another day And maybe I might be able to stay Shall I press your bell, If knocking at your door does no good? And if I press it really well Your curtains will stay open for me for good They say your body is a temple I'll come and worship every night I want to feel that heat inside And the way the room feels so tight.
Reason for writing:
inspiration? You know!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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