Lips like fire and stained with dread
we use our moves in tainted beds
toasting sins with darker wine
we sigh and name our lies divine.
Were we made to be this spry,
or were our highs a bitter lie?
(it's a gruesome parody-
how we love with lust-)
your lying eyes and sultry lips
with hips that dip and swing,
words are spoken, are they quips
about your blighted bantering-
yes, you're easy, that's quite clear
your eyes are stained with sex, my dear
but I'll love you, just tonight
we'll wash among one night's delight.
when tomorrow comes around
I'll be gone without a sound
because my dear you've loved too much
and I'm not one to deal with such-
you're a lie and lies are spry
in their sinful play,
but I'll leave my lies behind
and focus on today...
but night comes and there you are,
with your lips as red as sin
with your darkness from within
we'll lie among your silken sighs
for just another furtive cry
keep it quiet, keep it sly,
we have to do this- do or die.