love is blind and lust is blinding the mind can free but the heart is binding not much to see on a road so winding lost deep in trees, the dark gets grinding
come close to me so i can see your face draw back the veil and i can tear the lace can you really say what your eyes can see or are you just really lucky?
the cruel ellipsis makes one beg for more but a period often leaves you sore are you holding back from yourself or me or are you just really lucky?