Sometimes when I kiss you!
Sometimes when I kiss you, it’s his face that I see.
As he undressed, you feel his press, amour that was not me.
Sometimes when I hold you, you feel so far away.
His sweet caress, cause me distress, So I sometimes walk away.
Sometimes when I see you, I go right out of phase.
Is it his face you see? When we glance a passing gaze.
Sometimes when I feel you, I also feel afraid.
A peace of heart broke apart, from a canoodle in a random place.
Sometimes when I need you, or just a passionate kiss.
A fear creaks up inside, that it’s from him that you wish.
Our love is not broken, although it’s on the mend.
I give you my heart, for another start, but lets not play pretend.
Holding you real close, soft and genteelly.
Is the only thing that I need right now for you to comfort me.
By Stuart Otway-Smith