Nights Lie
The night cries and I'm awake
Under the covers I lie and wait
Hold my breath to hear the silence
I pray that you won't be violent
Before an answer you appear
At first you seem so sincere
As you softly kiss I try to pretend
The night is nearly at it's end
The smell of whiskey stains your speech
If only I had the strength to reach
But you pin me down and hold me close
As you thrust with unforgiving force
With nothing left in my power
My will is yours to devour
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