Lust Is My Love`, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

He's the kind of guy 
Everyone loves 
And have no clue as to why 
Everbody is his friend 
Even you 
But you'll never know 
Just who he really is 
Dark and mysterious 
Just like his name 
He'll keep you guessing 
You'll never understand him 
But that is why you love him so 
Love isn't for him 
He believes in what he can touch 
What lust really is 
He may be a true friend 
But he is everything you want 
But won't won't admit to 
His kiss is strong 
Hard and domineering 
Bruises and cuts are his game 
If you're not up for it 
You're better off away from here 
He has his knives 
His swords 
And the infamous handcuffs 
Hung just above his bed 
If thats just too much for you 
Then get out of the way 
Cause it's just enough for me 
Maybe I can't have his heart 
But I can have something else 
Even if only for a short while 
It would be enough 
For he is a true friend 
Even after the lust is gone
Posted: 2005-04-10 02:20:57 UTC

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