Betrayed
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The wind begins to blow and the silent night
is broken
I turn to him and he knows my need though no words are spoken
The thunder cracks, the skies light up, the rain starts pouring
down
He draws me near, whispers words of love, gently pulls away my
gown
With sweet and tender kisses the art of love he intends to explore
Maybe it's the storm outside but tonight I want much more
It is not his love I want to stir, that is not my need
I'm haunted by a love long gone, lust will make it flee.
He knows not of this desire, he thinks it's born of love
My passion hides well my intent, veiled like a glove
My needs are demanding, rising passion maps my design
Gentle love will not do, not this night, this time
He fills me with his own desire; we're heading for sure rapture
This time he's fighting for his life but my heart he will not
capture
For freely I give the art of love and falsify emotion
I push away, dispel the guilt I feel from his devotion
He for-warns the height of passion but I demand he not be weak
For in this stormy fervor, it's satisfaction that I seek
The lightning breaks the darkness and it's to his surprise
It's not his image that he sees reflected in my eyes
With steely will he renews his passion for he cannot believe
That all this time he really had only a part of me
With anger as his compass, he lashes out with more desire
I meet his every challenge, matching fire with fire
The storm is keeping up the tempo as the battle continues on
And finally we both give way, for we are spent as one
Passion abates, the storm fades away, and the dark has turned
to dawn
I find that when I look in his eyes, the trust once there is gone
And on this night he feels his love for me has been betrayed
But one cannot lose what one never had, a pledge was never made
For there is but one who was granted access to the very depth
of me
And there is no more that I can give, accept it, let it be
It seems that now we cannot return to the place we used to be
He's caught up in his ego, a man's worst enemy
And perhaps this day he regrets his leave but it is now too late
For another whom my secret's unknown, my hunger he will slake.
Written by: C. C.
Submtted: January 25, 2007
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