Just Wondering

Do you crawl between her thighs in the lonely dead of night
To let go of all frustrations I pour into you?
And tell me, lover, do you close your eyes,
Wonder if she's as soft as I
And do you look at her and lie
That you are over me?
Do you bend her in the ways you liked to see me bend
And wonder if my skin would look the same
In the bedroom light?
Doe she whimper when you tie her to the headboard, babe?
And does she ever look afraid of what you'll do to her?
Did you tell her all the things
You'd promised to do to me?
And does she know you still come by
In the lonely dead of night
When you think no one feels or knows
That you lie next to me?
Does she write you poetry
Like I write what you mean to me
Or does she fuck you perfectly
Enough to forget of me?