Trickles of Virginís Berry wine.
Clouds of various smoke; thick and random.
A new love, a new name, a new addiction in each needle.
Oh! What a multi-talented addict Iíve been.
My bed holding the memories of more lovers than I.
Men and women with wandering eyes,
Faithless, hopeless, carefree new-age hippies.
They stood by my side, as though I were a Messiah.
They looked upon me, eyes gleaming with their three dimensional love.
Looking at it straight on, you can only see half of it,
Never knowing whatís on the other side
Until they turn their backs on you.
Ah, so thatís who you areÖ
Yes, how Iíve changed.
Though the wine and the smoke remain,
You are my only lover, love.
My only addiction.
I see my weakness every time I look in your eyes.
A weakness I havenít known since her.
After all this time, and more to come, I wonder
Do I still mystify and excite you?
Does your breath still catch when I lay my head upon your chest?
My mind still spins when your chest touches my headÖ
Do all of my little habits and quirks,
Which were at one point silly and cute,
Now annoy you?
Can you see your world in my eyes,
Your safety in my hands,
Your desires between my legs,
Your comfort within my arms?
When you walk through the door, back into my life,
Can you feel the admiration in my gaze?
Can you feel the need in my kisses?
Your answer is blatant in your smile.