You can’t help what you want.
You can’t help who you want.
Satisfaction is hard to find.
But when it is found, your body is bound.
To that lust, that thrust, that sound.
Your intellect appalls me.
But your gift enthralls me.
When your scent is near, my heart races in fear.
That my soul will get lost in this game we’re playing.
Who you are, is not who you are portraying.
I wish I could get lost in a more charming delight.
Until then I guess this will do.
You know where the door is, so goodnight.
