This thing we do

This thing we do

has become a part of me

and a part of you

It is difficult to remember time before

when I was not your whore.

I know I'm pushing hard

waiting for the 'oh shit" moment

when I have no words left to fall back on that can make you stop.

Because we took another step into the abyss

and crossed another line transcending time.

That place where you say "Mine"

and I melt at your feet

in this burning heat

that washes my soul clean.

Where life is a measure of extremes 

and there is nothing in between 

you and me.