Heaven vs Hell

Being with him is like a battle between heaven and hell.

I mean,
He's good to me,
But wrong for me in so many ways.

The feeling of my backaches and leg pains
is nothing compared to the
feeling of the bed shaking once we declare a war.

The second he pulled my hair I dove deeper into the affection...
He switches my gear and suddenly I'm off into a world of perfection.

He says my name and calls me his queen but it's nothing like the sweat dripping off of him onto me.

Words can’t explain the urge to scream,
but all I manage to say is get deeper in me.. Please!

The explosion is our final cue,
it demonstrates what love can make us do.

I know the good brings us to heaven,
the bad brings us to hell...
but where we go is not disclosed,
but I'll ride him wherever he goes.