I’m left alone with wine and cigarettes
tonight, wondering if I have regrets
I yearned to know the taste of lips on lips,
desired nothing else besides your hands
to caress my cheek, my waist, my finger tips
With ease, it seemed, you met all my demands
You gave me passion only found by few
I crave it now, so nothing else will do
By light of day the torture can be veiled
A smile, a game, assorted hollow things
conceal my actual thoughts ‘til daylight’s failed
By night I feel what disappointment brings