Craving a touch only worthy of a comparison to silk from your fingertips only.
I grow so impatient during desperate nights like these... I am so lonely, don't you see? 

Aching for you is bittersweet... Counting down hours until we meet.
Maybe I am vulnerable, I must admit. But I find you much too difficult to quit.

You don't understand me.
Lipstick stained collars  do nothing but brand me. 

I am beginning to resent you.

My disbelief that God has sent you.  

I have grown... To be unloved.