how can it be so easy
to feel your mouth on my skin
to make of a shower your tongue
I am coming undone
bathing in such sin

how can it be wrong
to desire to long
if it feels so right?
trying to stop the flood
it's useless no good
you return everynight

infecting my dreams
with this your disease
I would glady succumb
if death felt so right
I would die each dark night
to your grave I would run

07/25/2006