Come home, baby...

Come home, baby
   you know I'm waiting
the candles are lit
   and the sunlight is fading
my boots are on
   zipped up to my knees
my hands on my thighs
   oh baby, please
the wine is half gone
   and I feel so alone
there's porn on my screen
   my pleasure unknown
I know your cock
   and I know your touch
and when you're here
   I want you so much
but you're not here
   and I'm burning inside
my hands move in circles
   and I'm making small cries
I get to dream
   whatever I want
and its not you I see
   it's her memory that haunts
her rough way in bed
   her smile and hands
the whips and the knives
   the flame and the brands...
Once I've come
   I go lock the door
When you're home, baby
   you can sleep on the floor.