Every time I quit someone, some one is there to fill that space, when you called for a ride I prayed that someone else would take you.
I knew if I took you home I would seduce you.
I knew if I took you home I would kiss you.
I knew if I took you home I would touch you.
I knew if I took you home I would be inside of you.
It’s wrong you know, because your with someone else, it’s wrong you know, because I could take you there take me there. It’s wrong because you know it and I know it’s true.
I can picture all of the things I would do to put you in the mood, you know my hunger is villainous, more than a touch dangerous.
When my hand would go on your thigh, around your wast and below that line. How one touch would make your skin flush, the warmth, the heat, oh now your hot.
You have a boyfriend and it wouldn’t have made a difference, you would have felt me deep because I would have planted the seed, you would have compromised because I would have told you I have had your boyfriend too.
Thirty minutes to an hour later, things would have really changed, things would have been really different, you would leave and I would drive away, I would feel like trash, but I would have convinced you to cheat. So I am glad I prayed, so I could get away, cause no one deserves to be in those situations and it’s better to say no or make anything up to stay out of danger.
Lust is not like Love but it can be equally as dangerous, add an addiction and it’s like a natural disaster, you can get hit and hope your alive to tell the tale.