Knock on my Door

It’s nights like these,
That I remember,
You.
It is a time,
Long past.
But my memories,
They last.
Oh,
What I’d give,
To hear you knock,
Upon my door,
Just once more.
To be in your arms,
With time standing still.
Just you,
And I,
In the Hollywood Hills.
Return to that time,
Where you kissed me,
So sweet.
And we’d make love,
All night and day,
Between the sheets.
Not a care,
Not a worry,
Just the two of us,
In our glory.
Before the heaviness,
Of life,
Set in.
Before we were pried apart,
By obligation,
To family,
And money,
And fame.
I will not say aloud your name.
It is days like these,
I’d give anything.
To kiss your lips,
Take hold of your hips.
Run my fingers through,
Your curly hair.
Into those dark eyes,
I’d stare.
Oh, take me back,
Into that bed.
When thoughts of,
You,
Filled my head.
Bring me back,
Just once more,
And please,
Just Knock,
Upon my door.

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