Hell To Pay
When the children are lost in their dreams
You asleep lay safe in the night hours of silence
I go downstairs and sit by the window
Pour a glass of scotch and sip its warmth
She comes back to my mind the only woman I want
Breathing fire hotter than the whiskey on my throat
Fire in my loins where it was burning all that time ago
Fire that has burned before in other lifetimes
In my head old music shared with her
Music of sadness that is sugar sweet
Drowning in the waters of her darkness
Caught in the memory of her kisses
Living inside me the need of her, the desire
Wound tighter than a clockwork spring.
The one your love relieves but cannot unwind.
The one that brings me here in my shame.
She has the key the power to take me
She is my fate my destiny my drug of choice.
And though I kneel before you each day
As husband and father to our kids.
When you reach to me for my comfort.
It is the flecks of grey in her blue eyes I see.
I am no more than an imposter in your bed
And I know in time there will be hell to pay
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