I can see you no matter how far.
I can visualize your tender flesh,
That tattoo on your right breast.
Picture that satin lip caress.
I've longed for the moment of your arrival.
The departure, an afflictive tender heart reprisal.
Sweet defeat, but the innate tameness of the sheets
Was anything but. Wild ravaging, grabbing pieces
Of your honey tanned meat meeting my peak.
I can see you no matter how far.
I can visualize your tender flesh,
That tattoo on your right breast.
Picture that satin lip caress.
I crave, I deserve one more chance to look in your eyes.
What I wouldn't give to erase the pain, remove the tears,
Drown those fears with this glass of wine next to the rye.
But I guess my chance was blowing in the wind with my
Hopes, dreams, fantasies; must finally say good-bye.
So far, I can no longer see you anymore.
Blind, the tender flesh, a hardened floor.
Tattoos diminished, with those dreams,
Visions of the one I once adored...
