He Makes My Blood Burn

The drums of lust beat in my head
as you lay down on your bed
our ancestors would be ashamed
at how we act so unashamed
we have played this game for too long
and how can it feel so right yet be so wrong?
We belong to other people, us two
but there is nothing we can do
our hearts dance to the beat of the drums
our heart strings each other strums
who is to blame
for our shame?
We burn up when we are together
one is the match one is the spark
together are we until we hear a lark
then we dress rapidly to disguise our night
of doing things that people consider unright
life has kept us apart
broken both of our hearts
but what can we do when we are moths to each others flame?
I am a cherokee and he is as white as white can be, shame
fills my face when I walk home from his house alone
after letting all my secrets be known
he knows my scars and their stories
of their shames and of their glories
what can I do when it feels so wrong yet feels so right?
I want him again and again after just one night
How my lips burn to be pressed against his
to hear those lips say my name, moan my name, whimper my name
I don't want him saying anything but my damn name
I know I have no shame
I want him, just him in my bed tonight
I know, I KNOW it isn't right
But I have been alone for so long...
So tell me please is falling in love with him again wrong?