When the winds of his lust have subsided, what will they have left behind?
--Another hole in a life poked full
--Another feeling of a painful kick by life
--Another lonely moment in an already lonely life
--Another set of days wasted in a life already too short
--Another unanswered question of, "Why?"
--Another cut in a heart that already bleeds
--Another bitter taste left from an empty kiss
--Another hurt to cast another shadow of doubt on love
And knowing all this she looks him in the eye, opens her arms and says, "Come to me."
