| Crossing the Desert Thoughts and calculations, dreams and wishes To the eyes, they are reflections Sometimes blinding light What I thought I knew All of the lies that I believed Those long nights of pleasure Taken away by words That never should have been spoken Cut short by an errant moment So many times that I felt satisfaction Her legs would shake And she leaned over to kiss me Her tongue would slip into my mouth I never wanted that moment to end She had taken my heart And she had so much power More than she knew what to do with I remember her touch Her caress is welded to my soul It has become a framework of expectation For the next that I wish to have me For now, emptiness is my Queen Sleep at night only to curse the morning When I wake up alone The salt of my tears A bitter taste on the corner of my lips |