My heart is weary.
My mind is weak.
Survival is all I know.

I only Survive,
For the one I love.
Maybe one day.
I can end this War.

Last night I dreamt of kissing your soft supple lips,
And feeling their smooth dips under my wanting finger tips,
While you grabbed me by the curves of my hips,
Last night I dreamt of our polished bodies intertwined,
And slowly claiming your whole body as mine,
Oh baby, the things I would do to you,
If you would ever allow me to.