Don’t call me Brother

Do not call me your brother,
I know all the children of my mother.
I don’t think I need anymore sisters,
My father already has enough daughters.
I don’t want anymore siblings in my life,
Instead, I would rather have a wife.


Yes, Just like I love my sisters, I love you.
But yet, it’s a different kind of love I have for you.
A love that allows petting and caressing,
A love that permits passionate kissing.
A romantic love with intimacy,
That will leave me at your mercy.


Don’t be offended, I’m not looking for trouble,
Its just that I fell you and I could make a good couple.
I come close to you, because I find you attractive,
I wanna pick a clue, that’s why I’m always attentive.
The reason I keep trailing you, is your killer backside,
I told you it was ladies first, but I lied.


Why can’t you just be my bride?
And stop taking me for a ride.
I beg you to let the brother thing slide,
So that you can be my joy and pride.
Let’s end playing this formal game,
And start seeing each other as one and the same.


Please, don’t call me your brother,
It would sound better if you changed that to your lover.
I beg you to stop calling me your blood,
It would be better if you made me your lord.
I would like to ask for this favour once more,
Don’t call me brother anymore!


© DK… August 2009