I write dirty words and go to extremes
But don’t think for a minute you see my secret things.
Inside me is locked a goddess of love
Who pushes and writhes, waiting to be let out of her cage.
She’s there at the surface when the writing shows lust
Hidden in the shadows smiling mysteriously
Waiting and watching you fall to your knees.
Her essence is shared with the free spirited girl
Who aches to be free of this temporal world
The soul of that girl comes out as a tease
Her longing and pleading you hear in my words
The two of them dancing out love and lust on the page
Not caring if you see the truth they do bare
Their only concern is the feelings that hum
Being shared as they are felt to the core of my being.
