• My lips will burn against your own,
    Twist yourself into me and moan,
    To you it’s passion and sweet love,
    Of which I know absolutely nothing of,
    All I know is the world of use and lust,
    Tell me you love me, only if you must,
    It feels so incredible, I’ll admit at least,
    It’s not me, who can’t resist the feast,
    Your flesh rules your trusting heart,
    I should be trusted in tearing it apart,
    Tangled in the sheets, here we are,
    Physically close, emotionally so far.