Break Her Heart.

 The meat inside my chest desires her, and she desires me.
My face painted with her kisses of romance.
How can I resist her, when her low voice tone is sweeter than honey.

Am ever pulled to her smooth skin like a glowing moon-light at mid-night.
Am glued to her enticing luminous watery and white round eyes.

Each moment I taste her; she leaves a mark on my soul.
Living me dead and alone on the cold floor, broken off by guilty.

Am leaving her, leaving her clueless
I'll grind her pumping machine into pieces.
Till am remembered no more.
Am breaking her heart; am ceasing this moment of romance
No longer blinded by ignorance of addiction.

I've no power to break her heart.
Power beyond me buried her.
Jesus cleaned up the mess.
His blood covered it all.
Sin is a harlote refrain from it in the mighty name of Jesus Christ.
Its a sweat poison.