Of Sand And Sulfer

I know we have been here before countless times engaged in an empty embrace your every word teh touch of satin everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs leaving me breathless suffocating my thoughts and I am helpless to your beauty my eyes and woulds are still weeping let it dry up so I can fly again biting my tongue in hopes that words of weakness don't escape counting the days counting the moments to dream of you again waiting always waiting