Skin on skin
eyes on eyes
closed now open
devouring the lies

Lust can live
feelings don't last
need proof
look at the past

Lips on lips
where to begin
always regret
penetrating sin

Sweating palms
piercing looks
awkwardly natural
not in the books

Uncertain movements
Rhythm and flow
scared to death
They'll never know

Scars of passion
hidden with scarves
everyone knows
of lust she starves

Enveloped in lust
standing on pins
playing the game
that no one wins