Lust

Touch the young boys face,
That's what he is.
A boy,
Just a little naive boy.

He isn't such a boy though,
The way he makes you feel.
Oh the thoughts that come to mind,
Convince yourself.
He isn't there.

Playing with your feelings,
He doesn't need you.
But you're just a costumer,
Leaving after he's finished.
The boy still on the motel bed.

Just a silly boy,
No feelings for you.
This is his job,
To make you forget.

Taste the innocence on his lips,
The venom on his tongue.
He's highly addicting,
The clueless little boy.

You'll have his marks in the morning,
Taunting you.
The way his hips move,
Testing your patience.

Go the next night,
he's not there.
The little light you had inside you,
It fades away.
All he was made of,
It was all Lust.
No Feelings.