In the
heat of the moment,
I scratch
your back with my nails,
So that
when you lie down with her,
She is
going to know,
Know that
I was here.
But that
deep welt on your neck,
Did she
put it there?
Was she
also marking her territory,
So I
would also know,
Know that
she was there?
I let my
perfume mix with your cologne,
Let you
run your hands into my perfumed hair,
So that
if or when you go to her next,
She is
going to smell me on you,
And know
that,
Know that
I was here.
But that
sweet smell on your body,
Is it a
mixture of her scent and yours?
Were you
in her arms then?
And did
she rub her perfume onto you
So that I
would smell her on you,
And know
that,
Know that
she was there?
When she
kisses you,
Does she
taste me on your lips,
On your
palate and tongue.
And when
I kiss you,
Is it her
I taste on your lips,
On your
palate and your tongue?
