My head is spinning,
from the other night on your floor.
My back is a little raw,
but I so crave for more.
My mind is distant,
repressing previously caused pain.
My intelligence is weakening,
I am going insane.
Who knows who is there tonight.
My thoughts are swimming,
with the image of your name.
My lips are trembeling,
as they whisper he's the same.
My legs are wrapped,
around your thrusting hips.
My dreams are a mere illusion,
resembeling a comic strip.
Who knows who is there tonight.
On your floor.
My paitence is wearing,
a thin coat out in the hail.
My Hope is boundless,
creating love it's own jail.
My relationship is exclusive,
while yours sings a different song.
My desire is overwhelming,
driving down a road called wrong.
Who knows who's there tonight.
On your floor.
Not me.
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