The Witness

When I walk by, what do you take in?
Nice clothes, tight curves, clear skin
Too perfect to lack divinity
Too lustful to have sincerity
Be my Witness

Alone or together, never unknown again.
Strip off my clothes, undress my secrets, remove the skin
Lay with Love
Play with Sin
Be my Witness

Pleasures and pains.
Tears blur the line, we are one and the same
Slaps sting white hot
Cold shoulder winds chafe
Be my Witness

Nervous to say once.
Frustration speaks twice
Nothing left between us to thaw the ice
Electric heat too weak, frozen insignificance
Be my Witness

When I speak up, what do you take in?
Words hit deaf ears but only silence wins
Too deep to even begin to bleed
Too selfish to ever have empathy
Be my Witness