Sweet, Sweet Passion
My heart burns with fire,
Hot passion,
As he kisses my lips tenderly.
Why must he torture me,
With such great love?
He is so good.
His lips move,
With great power.
His eyes,
Trace my body.
Hoping that his love,
Won’t go in to oblivion,
With his lust.
Hot passion,
As he kisses my lips tenderly.
Why must he torture me,
With such great love?
He is so good.
His lips move,
With great power.
His eyes,
Trace my body.
Hoping that his love,
Won’t go in to oblivion,
With his lust.