Bliss without the Mistress

I sat eagerly opening honeymoon pies deep into the night's distress wondering wildly into her eyes in my bliss without the mistress. Now i knew with crickets cries creeping in the dark for my ears have heard their lies piercing naked and stark. When my blood leaves lonely and my body is left stale i will stay to see how phony your tears are in your shell but until then i will miss my bliss without the mistress