For Just a Moment

Again, you speak of another love.

I wonder if you will ever get enough.

Another woman with whom you've never been

more open, connected, or genuine.

If you only knew how many times I've heard this speech,

you'd hold your breath and not preach.

You choose these women over me,

but do not allow me to go free.

So, here you are again, in my bed.

One hand on my thigh, the other behind your head.

We've played this game for thirteen years,

I tell myself you're worth the tears.

You still kiss me with such intensity and heat,

No high could ever compete.

There is something about the way your hands trace my skin.

For just a moment, I feel like yours again.