memory's of your lust

Written by: bias fields

you do not love me 
we lust 
young unprotected 
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