Room 203 from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

ROOM 203

I want you to love me the way I love you. I want you to feel me with all that I do. I want you to love me. The stars above. I want you to see me. The real woman that’s stood before you. The sky dark blue. And light, over there by the sea. I’m waiting for you to come home, I won’t wait forever, love. Wait forever, love. Won’t wait forever, love. Won’t wait forever, love. I want to love you, your body too. I want to wrap myself around at 3 a.m. in the morning. And hear your sounds, the sounds you make for her, I want you to make them for me. And I will love you eternally, eternally. And now I’m alone with you. The thought of you makes me love you, even more than I do. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I settle for the ones who come a knocking at my door? Why can’t I take one of them on? And make it sweet and make it real and make it good for me? What is my wiring and why is it so faulty? I never realised I do this with my eyes closed. Invite you in. I want to take your clothes off in room 203. I want you to come around and take your clothes off for me. I want to hold your body all night, I do. I want to kiss those lips, those lips that do it for me. I know you’re otherwise engaged. Stay now, I want to take your mouth and show you what loving is about. I know you’re really taking your time. Because you’re a man of reason, you’re a reasonable sort. You do not act on impulse, you do not act like I do, you do not act on impulse, you’re reasonable in all you do. And that’s just how I like you to be, and I don’t want that for me. I never wanted to be a reasonable woman; you see. And hey, hey. Hey, hey. I love the way you move, the way you take me in your arms. The way you kiss my body. The way you keep me from harm. The way you ravage my skin. The way you keep the secrets within. The way you tell me, you talk like the moon. You’re a mystery in mid-bloom. I would have loved you forever more, if we only, only had a chance in this real world. But we know we never will. So, until then, I’ll say goodbye to you. We never began. We never, ever, ever, had a chance.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow