the monring you left
you turned toward me

there was no kiss
no good bye
only a smile

"see ya' around"
I nodded my head in agreement

you never said goodbye
and so
you've never really left
a part of you is here always

if i could have picked
that last moment
the last memory
it would be
just as it was

a tip of your hat
the tug of the door behind you
and the thought
that i might see you around

don't be so vein to think
that my sinfulnessand my desires are wrapped up in you

do be so ridicules to thinkthat my sinister lust
longs for your touch

you think be cause i need
that my need is of you, for you

and if i choose to wrap my legs around someone
and burn
why should i choose you

what gives you the right to believe
that you are all that

how could you possibly be
anything to me