Love for me is like a
Razor blade
One wrong move and it's gone
But the temptation
This lust-like exhiliration
Keeps me going after it
Something so wonderful
And so deadly
We use it often like clothing
Hiding what we truly feel
But little do people know
Each time hurts us more
The heated passion of two
Intertwined in bed beneath the sheets
Giving each other what they wanted
These few intense moments are what
Some thing dreams are made of
A few minutes of love and it's over
Love is a precious thing
Thats what most girls say
Love is just a chain around
Your neck that girls get you with
I hear by guys
And how do they get along
Here's my version of the answer
Some guys like chains
And whips, and the sort
Others don't, and usually get
The girls who wear pink and are
Too girly for their own good
Even then, things can get ugly
No matter who you are
Or where you are at in life
As I see it
We just kill each other
Whether we know this or not
Lust and love are often confused
But for the most part they have
The same ending -
The ending is the bed
Where they lay and play out
Their midnight fantasies
Love is such a temptation
But some are wise to its ways
And choose a mate carefully
Fully knowing that drugs and
Weapons do not mix
Yet are daring to try anyways
