The cold crisp air wisps past my face
Headlights flash, and to your car I race
The pavements cold as I await your arrival
Lets give this friendship its overdue revival

Holding hands, we tread softly up the stairs
Knowing not of our future, loveless affairs
Our whispers fall on the sleepless dead
As we let the scent of our sweat seep into my bed

The sound of a cigarette drag, in its smoldering fashion
Is what sets us to fire with a sweet mango passion
I press my lips to your sweet smelling skin
While my hands trace themselves a foretold sin

As we writhe and twist to fill each others mold
I wonder and ponder what the future will hold
And as we drink deep from the chalice of lust
I can feel my iron heart beginning to rust

Our bodies roll like the ocean’s waves
And your touch is what my body craves
The still air welcomes the motion of your breath
While my gravestone begins to inscribe my death

The sound of a cigarette drag, in its smoldering fashion
Is what sets us to fire with a sweet mango passion
I press my lips to your sweet smelling skin
While my hands trace themselves a foretold sin

Your moaning compliments me, my dear
But my lips breathe deceit upon your ear
These sheets are not where my love belongs
And my wrists can account for all my wrongs

I’ll forever regret how we drank deep that night
Of everything my conscience tried so hard to fight
I never wanted you, only this
And my mind tries not to reminisce

The sound of a cigarette drag, in its smoldering fashion
Is what sets us to fire with a sweet mango passion
I press my lips to your sweet smelling skin
While my hands trace themselves a foretold sin

Just as quickly as it began, it subsides
And the moon turns back again its tides
This ship has sailed and ran its course
It’s anchors now carry a deep remorse