What keys don't unlock.

You run your fingers through my hair time and time again.
A kiss to my forehead that I will never know your motives for doing so.
How come you never kiss me in a gentle soft touch of closed lips on closed lips.
It's always a more proper open mouth with tongue. Why is this so?
Is it because you are more proper and I mean more then others....

Why do you always know what to do to keep me wanting more.
When we lay on your bed and the curves of my body fit yours perfectly.
When you grab my hips and pull me closer releasing another soft kiss,
I crave on my lips, on my forehead. I close my eyes and whisper to myself.
Please fix me, make me better.

But talk is cheap and time is running out.
And sooner or later you'll be gone, just another memory, like the rest of them...