Lust, Lust, Lust

He lusts for her Her apple breasts Beneath her vest Taste the best Lust, Lust, Lust Three women on the go Yet happiness does not flow It is only Lust, Lust, Lust Her apple breasts Beneath her vest Taste the best The natural flow of wetness He hopes to taste once more Maybe its vanilla flavor Will be one better than before Lust, Lust, Lust Lost in focus Lost in defense Can’t do his job Till he scores once more Now humble, no longer hardcore Only suffering from lust hangover Her apple breast Beneath her vest Has just put him to the test The sweet fluid of sex Displaying something complex Lust, Lust, Lust Save him He is an emotional wreck For he still lusts after his Ex! Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi