Intro

I reached out to you and your fingers touched mine.

Lightning raced through me, static filled my veins.

My woman’s soul cried out in joy.

Then betrayal sang her venomous song.

And I learned your touch wasn’t mine alone.

Your kiss wasn’t drawn from the depths of a hunger that only a true heart can feel.

Your passion, your need, your desperate desire, and your pleasure.

It wasn’t mine to claim.

It was for whoever lay beneath you.

It was for whoever drew your interest in that moment.

And there my heart lay bleeding.

There my soul lay wounded.

And still, the lesson was unlearned.

For my heart still sang at the sight of you.

For my soul still ached for the touch of you.

And the woman.

The woman is still lost in the dream of you.

LYRICA MACKAY