In the light I'm losing sight
Of what it's worth
Doesn't mean I think
Any less of you
The hand extends from what
Depends exactly on the urge
Hold me to that
And I'll hold you
In terms of pleasure
Open wide what seeps inside
Are pleasures sorely known
Do you know the martyr
Like I do?
Slimmer chance our love will
Last beyond tomorrow's due
Yesterday came and
Where were you?
In terms of pleasure

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