the candles aren't the only things burning out.
2002-12-17, 11:35 p.m.
she has me right where she wants me
knock-kneed and tongue-tied
tripping over words
falling on my face
neatly tied up not-too-tight in knots
(yeah that's where she wants me)
but my bathwater is tepid
my wine glass tipped over
my candles all burned down
she leaves me dripping wet
and unsatisfied
(yeah that's where she wants me)
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