In Terms of Pleasure - Cold Showers

In the light I’m losing sight

Of what it’s worth

Doesn’t mean I think

Any less of you

The hand extends from what

Depends exactly on the urge

Hold me to that

And I’ll hold you

In terms of pleasure

Open wide what seeps inside

Are pleasures sorely known

Do you know the martyr

Like I do?

Slimmer chance our love will

Last beyond tomorrow’s due

Yesterday came and

Where were you?

In terms of pleasure