Passion, like no other
crashing lightning
into my mind...damn you!
For lighting this flame,
that has become a blazing shame
within my heart, oh the heat,
oh your hands, oh your lips,
I feel my skin burning up inside.
ravaging, tumbling, rips and tears
just because you've won the battle
doesn't mean you've won the war.
I really want you
(oh the heat)
I really want you
(oh your hands)
I really want you
(oh your lips)
I really want you
(oh your...)
but i can't have you.
My head reasons;
my heart screams at the top of its lungs!
no matter how I play the board
these intentions are no where near right.
I really want you
(oh the fire)
I really want you
(how it burns)
I really want you
(the touch the fuel)
I really want you
(yet love extinguishes)
but I can't have you.
The twisted sheets
pressed between bodies
the legs entangled
show slight tenderness
but the pants and moans
gasps and heavy breathing
are not the sounds of pleasure
and the repetitive thumping
against the bed frame
is the sound of my heart breaking.
