02-21-2014, 08:52 AM
Its a physical love,
it always is.
It’s a battle for dominance,
for peak and for show.
It sent me to hell and back,
yet the thought of not having it haunts me.
The masochist in me is at war
with my soul I watch fire torch my spirit,
but you never let me burn
alone.
I can't obtain facts to prove my theory,
but in the end
I won't stop loving you.
And as the rub turns to grind
and the grind turns to blister,
to blood,
I wonder if I've ever had a place in your heart.
it always is.
It’s a battle for dominance,
for peak and for show.
It sent me to hell and back,
yet the thought of not having it haunts me.
The masochist in me is at war
with my soul I watch fire torch my spirit,
but you never let me burn
alone.
I can't obtain facts to prove my theory,
but in the end
I won't stop loving you.
And as the rub turns to grind
and the grind turns to blister,
to blood,
I wonder if I've ever had a place in your heart.