Mango
Ripe Mango's Dance of Passion
Lyrics
You took away all my words and then you drained me of my breaths
You silenced me and took away my ability to express, leaving me breathless.
You fought to have your red carpet, now that you have it, what’s left to say?
You fought for recognition and success, but now that you have it, there's a sense of emptiness or lack of purpose.
I brushed away your dark brown hair from my bed full of your smell
I removed traces of your presence, symbolized by your dark brown hair, from a bed saturated with your scent.
Those heavy eyes keep on staring, I’m getting crazy, completely yours
Your intense gaze is making me lose my sanity; I am completely devoted to you.
And by the time you’re getting naked, the thoughts of him are getting faded
As you undress, thoughts of someone else fade away, indicating a shift in focus or commitment.
And by the time I open your gates, you’re serving your dish in your best plate
Upon opening up emotionally, you share your intimate self in the best way possible.
You say the other side’s confining, you did not feel that pathos coming
You claim that the alternative is restrictive, but you didn't anticipate the emotional pain.
Now that you’re diving into soft skins, when did it begin? I want to know
Curiosity arises about when your engagement with intimate relationships began.
I’ve always thought it takes two to tango, you’re so mature like a ripe mango
The belief that mutual effort is required in relationships is contrasted with the metaphor of maturity, likening you to a ripe mango.
Those heavy eyes keep on staring, I’m getting crazy, completely yours
Your intense gaze continues, driving me to madness; I am wholly yours.
And by the time I get fulfilment, you’re getting avidly resilient
Upon achieving satisfaction, you become resilient and eager for more.
And then exhausted laying on me, I hang your name amongst my trophies
After exertion, you rest on me, and I cherish your presence like a trophy.
And by the time I get frustrated, you're getting slowly intoxicated
As frustration sets in for me, you indulge in slow intoxication, possibly reflecting a coping mechanism.
And then I sharp my snake tongue wisely, and give you back that fruit you gave me
Using clever and sharp words, I reciprocate, returning the emotional impact you bestowed upon me.
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