Woman

Of yesterdays and darkness born

She'll trace your tracks with scalding scorn

Then, with no apparent cause

She may retract her claws

A rose without a single thorn

She takes her time to get undressed

And leaves emotions to be guessed

And as the night unfolds

Your pain she gently holds

Within her hands your night's been blessed

She'll close her lips around your pain

Till you get stoned on the strength you gain

And as you die inside her love

The earth below, the stars above

Will bury your body all in vain