In bed, at dark I
feel you touching me, hard
nails on soft skin.
Delight, delicateness
flow over me with pleasure,
wrapped up in blind grace.
The kisses offered
at dawn's light are different;
broken, and aloof.
Miracle of night
you loved me, but in this bright,
now you can see me.
feel you touching me, hard
nails on soft skin.
Delight, delicateness
flow over me with pleasure,
wrapped up in blind grace.
The kisses offered
at dawn's light are different;
broken, and aloof.
Miracle of night
you loved me, but in this bright,
now you can see me.
