The game begins no man wins but we do try for a time. It's still a sin the smell of skin attracts us to the wild. And there we are, the stink of shame making it a thrill. I'm never free you always sting I never get my fill.
The heat the spins known by our kin for some seen as a crime. Just smack my chin and watch me grin while I bleed like a child. So here we are, the kink of stigma giving it a chill I'll go to jail just for a fling, yet I do it still...
And we always fall in lust with our very next sex, and the reasons that we give are very very complex. But these Casanova games are just a pretext, when all we want from this love is to love our own sex, our own sex, our own sex...