Memory's of Your Lust
you do not love me
we lust
young unprotected
thrust
the hill is dirty
the grass is wet
your body moves
this is why we met
too drunk to know
here or there
its over we kiss
for pleasure is why
we do this
you will always be the best
the rest is for lies
passion burns in your eyes
desire is all I wanted from you
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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