Clifford F. Boyle

Take the Bait

The question on your lips, ahh fire, not kissing on my mind.
You ask again, no words, but that pleading in your eyes,
What, what, what light, so white against your skin.
Lashes frame a beauty that is bluer than the skies.

Do I, do I want you? Bozhe moy, you leave no choice.
The red, the blue, the glow, with a whisper in your voice.
Do I, do I want you? I was born to take that bait.
Babe, you paint a picture, and that don’t come down to fate.

I know that’s not the question, not the thing you need to know
Baby, baby, baby, You’re a vessel. I’m no crew.
There’s an emptiness inside you, that you were born to fill.
All you are is what you give. All I am is what I do.

Do I, do I love you? Do you really want to know?
It depends on what you mean, ‘cause I love the things you show.
Do I, do I love you? I was born to cheat that fate.
Babe, I know you want it, and your hope becomes my bait.