And what it all boils down to
I care, but I'm restless
I'm here, but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell / How I wish I would save my soul./ I'm so cold from fear.
I care, but I'm restless
I'm here, but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby
as we approached the climax.
You were in full control of your body, I was simply still, submerged in your love and tenderness as you hovered over me. A kiss, a slide, a subtle touch of your nipples here and there. I would dare to raise my hands, hold your waist, squeeze you, but my intention and desire of directing you succumbed to the intent you clearly had.
You were the ruler. You defined the game. You were master of timings and developments. And I could feel it developed, every single time, closer, every single touch, more electric, every drop of sweat, wetter and warmer.
Then you looked at me, smiled, slided through my stiff erection, completely enveloping it with your desire. Stopped for a fraction of what seemed like a minute, at the apogee of our will and want. Smiled naughtly, faked a few touches, and then, we merged.
I finally grasped you firmly, sat, while we rocked together. And we gently rowed across the pond of desire unto the horizon.
Since I realized you for the first time. Already then I wondered, but the true wonder came as I got to know you, so mucj later.
But there was a something lingering in the air. The way you moved, the way you smiled, the way you sat, the manner you spoke.
Or maybe it is just my imagination that filled blanks. But I suspect such a strong imprint would not have been left without me realizing what I discovered so much later.
The silence.
Behind this sacrifice
Can't you see the words?
Can't you see the things?
And you cry
And your heart don't cry
And you're sitting
Why can't you feel, can't you see
What is happening to me?
All the thinking time
All the love you gave it to me
Gave it to me
I can't understand you
Why, why this happens?
Why can't you see I'm selling lies?