The Glory of Grey

So tempting is your smile, so inviting are your lips, your eyes are like daggers, punching holes in my skin. I feel your lust wash over me, as your tongue licks my chest, my man becomes stiff, as your woman becomes drenched. There is no love to be made, just the desires of the night, just the quenching of thirst, just the fist chlenched to fight. This is the good in the bad, the right in the wrong, the fire that burns, when the weak is the strong. Let hell hold the guilt, and heaven the shame, through the black and the white, comes the glory of grey. Let the darkness consume, as the light fades away, and when the sun rises again, let us burn to seize the day. So tempting is your smile, so inviting are your lips, your eyes are like daggers, there is no love in your kiss. There is not the beauty of the rainbow, nor the rules of the game, this is life for lifes sake, the glory of the grey.