We play with the fire of our desire like it’s a game
Even knowing that neither of us will win
But I can’t quit now
There is no escape from your seductive embrace
Let this blaze of passion burn everything we’ve built
Leaving ash and dust in our wake
She’s an engineer, through and through. Logical and strategical. Except when it comes to him, her opposite. Then reason bursts and vanishes like a fragile soap bubble. The result isn’t clean. Their life’s a beautiful, wonderous mess.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her nefarious man
Has so many wicked plans
But she doesn’t give a damn
She’ll take his demands
Because she loved where he lays is hands
He asked her dance. She hesitated. Confident she could waltz, but less sure of him. Her last lover was a tyrant. Would this one also try to possess her, making her heart shrivel and hide, or give it freedom to grow?
Her body is his map, to know and study. His mouth and hands have memorized every narrow passage, deep valley, and dangerous curve. He’s traveled her paths many times but still discovers uncharted surprises and secret routes.
Their love was a dying flame
Only a whisper of heat remained
They sheltered and coaxed, hoping it’d sustain
Refusing to let mistakes and anger smother them in pain
Believing he’d forget her was naive. She disappeared but lives in the shadows of his vivid fantasies. Making him crave the lick of her warm, wet flesh. Aching to caresses her soft curves, and imaging the scent of her need upon his fingers.
“Do you love me as much as the day we met,” the old woman asked her husband, as they watch another sunrise during their sunset years. He turned, running a knotted knuckle down her wrinkled cheek. “More. Everyday l love you a little more.”
Don’t worry, she’s resilient
She’ll take all you have to offer
Your wicked whims and your sweet sensuality
Whisper your dark desires on her waiting flesh
Flush and ready
Both your dreams are waiting to come true.
The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.