Complex with lovers
Stained in memories
Compromising
Figures standing guard
You hold me in the night
I'm wrapped up tight
In love without that word
Bouncing checks my past
Won't give back
I slip in the freshly fallen snow
Over you in winters footsteps
Forty times more I would come
Sore to the touch
Reaching extacy I liked it
So much
I bathed in lavender