Yvonne Your Lover Has Gone
Undressed to my bones
Afraid with eyes open
Covered with silk
and finger formations
It starts with her tongue
It feeds on my ear now
It deforms with my skin
almost at once, and I'm dying to believe it's true
Sticky to close
Now breathing is painless
My hand in her mouth
I'm smiling again
Undressed to my bones
Afraid with eyes open
But soon it will end
Alone once again, and I'm dying to believe it's true
