Sweet torture is this thing that burns tonight
Lie with you naked, but your mind is gone
No instigation, I say "It's alright..."
But somehow we both know that you've moved on.
Where did we stumble dear, where did we fall?
How have things changed, when really they're the same?
Your thoughts have gone astray and there's a wall
Round passions in your mind I can't reclaim.
I tell you all day long how much I crave
To be with you but in our bed you yawn
And say "I'm feeling sleepy, just behave..."
Then turn away from me with gentle scorn,
And mention in your sweet, practical way,
"...I can't be turned on by you both all day."
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