Hearts beating, minds racing.
Lust, passion, perhaps love?
No, I won’t let myself fall into this trap.
You control my mind with your accent.
You control my body with your sensuality.
You control my heart with your romance.
I want to grab you, yet I control myself.
You want to thrust, yet you meditate your mind.
8 hours of lust, 3 days a week, our lust makes us animals in this concrete jungle.
Everyone is against us.
Someone knows, but who?
Will it stop us?
Never, your body will soak up my desire until it is dry.
To you, my heart can never lie.
