The Bittersweet

My sweet..
I look to you tonight.
Look into the whites of your eyes.
All I can see staring back is I.

I begin to caress you.
Pull you from your shell.
I'll lay you on the table.
Because babe, it's you and me tonight.

Massage you till' you're smooth
And no longer as tense as I.

My hand begins to shake
As I draw my name against your chest,
And linear figuires.. all to rest.

I breathe you in deep my sweet.
Inhale you to my core.
You're scent so strong my nostrils flare and burn.
But all in all you leave me wanting more.

So till' tomorrow my sweet
I must sleep.
Till' tomorrow I'll feel you more.
Till' the morrow
I'll leave myself to taste my bitter defeat.