It Just Depends

by

Sunnyone

Desire is fire...
it’s burning a hole in your soul...
The fire is hot, but the ache that you feel,
leaves you cold...
You know love is futile,
and what can’t begin, never ends...
But fate points her finger,
and all on desire depends...

Temptation runs rampid...
You’re out of control in your need...
Your dreams in the night leave you hungry,
with no way to feed...
You’ve come face to face with your longings,
they feel like old friends...
Now choose your direction,
and all on desire depends...

Desire is fire...
That burns deep, and into your soul...
It’s flame licks your senses,
and melts down your tough self-control...
And when you think you’ve got it conquered,
with modern day trends...
Along comes the hunger,
that still, on desire,
depends...

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