Taste

If I could have just a moment of you Would I be wanting more? If I could have just a taste of you Would I be addicted? If I could have just a touch of you Could I tear myself away? I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me If I could have just a breath of you Would you, could you infect me? If I could have just a view of you Would you leave your door ajar? If I could have just a part of you Let me drink of your tides I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me And after would the silence thicken, stiffen? Would I run home in the dark with something stolen? Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing? Would this hunger ever cease? You are the cliff that I walk Lord help me if I fall Are you more than my hunger? Lord help me if I starve If I could have just a moment of you Would I be wanting more? If I could have just a taste of you Would I be addicted? If I could have just a touch of you Could I tear myself away? I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me And after would the silence thicken, stiffen? Would I run home in the dark with something stolen? Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing? Would this hunger ever cease? You are the cliff that I walk Lord help me if I fall Are you more than my hunger? Lord help me if I starve If I could have just a taste of you Would I be addicted? ® By Marco Lacerda ®