Behind closed doors

Like a cigarette smoke cloud tracing it's way to the ceiling. Tobacco and Mary Jane are burned by lovers trying to make a feeling go away. The oh no and why isn't such a shock. We all have regrets and shame. These people never talk about them. They keep it hidden much like myself. But I rarely experience regret.

Because I understand that it's meant to happen. I'd rather smoke a joint have a sip of wine. Pass a joint to friends and lovers. And take time to enjoy my own alone time and bask in the after throb. I call him to come over and repeat what he did before.

This may sound stupid. But this is what happens behind closed doors. How can I explain how I feel? I'd rather not have to.

Im open and ready. Him or her I shall follow. I'll never explain again. To describe leaves me hollow. Like I have nothing to savor. What I prefer and favor is some privacy. This may sound stupid. I know I've said it before. How can I explain how I feel? This is what happens behind closed doors. I'm free! And I do as I think and preach. I'm open and ready. Put your hand on my skin. This is such a revelation. I'm in so deep. It is a like the most glorious sin.

The newest drug that I must try. It may sound so stupid like I've said it before but this is what happens behind closed doors.

I know you're watching behind closed doors.