once again caught up in your grip thinking between the legs rather than with the heart it isn't true what they say lust is real it is a desire it holds you down makes you weak often to the point where you weep it feels so good to know you're not alone that there is something in your arms it takes a piece of you every time it's in your eyes but as easy as it comes it often leaves and leaves one to wonder if this pain is caused by lust then the tragedy of love may be enough to break a soul full of emotion