Oil smells
And all it dwells...

Imagine what goes on behind a closed door,
So much pleasure and oral galore...

You lie there thinking what do we do?
Because no matter what my head says; my heart...

Left to stand and wait,
lack of care into a state...

A year gone by so fast,
proved our life is built to last...

Why should I sit and gloat,
Whilst you sit surrounded by your moat...

What was never said
and will not be found...

Lay me aside,
hold me tight...

Cloth felt skin,
held so close...

As the night sky draws closer
The air intensifies within...

So what if there was no tomorrow
Would you live it in smiles or sorrow...

The mark on my face
From your boot and lace...