My man is the one who keeps me up all night.

Looks into my eyes and makes me sink deep
I caress his face and let him drift to sleep
While I whisper words only he understands
His stubble feels like silk in my own hands


My man is the one who makes love to me.
Makes me realize what love is all about
I make it sink in, then let it all out
Tenderly touches my soul from inside
Emotions and pleasure break in and collide


My man is the one who packs and leaves.
I know he's no good and I know you were right
He gets up and leaves in the middle of the night
Yet I wait for his return, for him to break me free
The only I love;
           
My man;
                 
The death of me.


February 2007