His trails
I used to cry my face down
just to be led in his trails
it made me no problem
to lay down as he prays
and I wasn't really aware
of the webs around my hair
I kissed when he kissed first
and I opened when he touched
and I laid when he was over
What a sacrifice
and I bent when he asked me to
With unwillingness of my dreams
then I let him lick my creams
I gave up my decision
in the moment he caught a glimpse on me
I'd go naked if he only
wanted my clothes
what a sacrifice
I thought his trails will never die

Luba, feb '99