VICTIM OF LOVE

I feel you like you are me;

Silken warmth on my skin.

I sense your deepest colours,

As passion rushes in.



I feel you taking over.

I sense you 'til it aches.

I feel your darkest pleasure,

As resistance escapes.



You fill the void so sweetly.

You pleasure this harsh pain.

I'd be victim of your love,

A thousand times again.





Around 2004