The moment where I'm no longer angry with you is when I let myself go enough to enjoy you.

Suddenly you become important again. Refreshed, I see you as I once have. Kissing hands of a working man.

Looking back into your eyes as your hands hold onto my neck I realize that seeing you with another women would make me jealous.

In those moments I enjoy giving myself to you. Reminding you why you wake your mornings to a person like me.

Only in those moments I dont feel like hurting you with pain but only with pleasure.

Only in those moments is when I can enjoy you.