The woman:
I am a woman,
a tempest in my right
You are a man a hurricane in your right
I ask not to love me,
Just take me
I am ripe and full of passion
You have passion written all over you
I know you want me,
You make no effort to hide it
But to take me,
You lament of not to hurt me
My imaginations gives me the torture your touch only can ease
Let me handle the pain
Of not seeing again
Let me handle the hurt
That you love me not
But if you can't grant this simple request,
Maybe you're not afraid of hurting me,
You're afraid of hurting yourself.
Cos
I'm definitely not hurting you