My love for men is a little bit obsessive
Shall I dissect the wonders of my life?
Caress me with the palm of your hand
And tell me if I\'m lukewarm,
So this is definitely not for the faint of heart
For you are the husband in my dreams
I scream for mercy, yet who is talking?
This sexual and sensual nightmare is a-bold!
Oh my best poetry screams of loneliness
For loneliness is a feeling...
The art of master debation exists
I find myself eclipsed,
And your eternal lips inspire me
For what is in a whole new page
That turns over and over again?
For we are in the present, you and I
And we are both masterpieces in a sense
What becomes of the present is better than wars
For wars are just mixed emotions colliding
Especially when it comes to love...
For what is love without the art of war
When war is all that some people have?
And I am happy when I am in the present
For the present screams of joy,
And joy presents the ability to love
For love can conquer all wars!