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Her name is lust

Passion is her pure real name
How could you, oh, poor, forget
Bright skin burning flame
That almost turned you dead?
The taste of it was mint&sweet
Kinda the one you try
And days and nights you dream of it
It seems it was a lie...
'Cause how can fairytale of youth
Appear naked right in front
Go, try to prove it's truth
They will call you stoned
So one on one, just you and her
When midnight closes doors
You claim wanted more and more
Pleasing the lusts force
As innocence just slipped away
You find yourself on your knees
Repeating the whistful prayer
Accompanied by quiet "Please"
And head won't turn behind
You are too far gone yet close
Now your Grail is one more night
You will meet drained and aroused
Search for a cure, savior, antidote
You carry rapidly when unleashed
Is throwing you further abroad
To the pleasure your demons wished
Try to stop your heartbeat with the mind
It is not in your human power
She now smells your senses to guide
Your lips to her wet inviting flower
There's no well deep enough
To fit the hunger of your beasts
Life around is forgotten, only love
Is Served on this otherworldly feast  
Do you really need what's outside
The fanciest shiniest things
Can you really call all of them "mine"
As you do her, being in her, within?
Written by LanaW
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