Little Confession

Perhaps I am a little silly,
(I’ll try to change, I would be willing)
But tell me Dear are you feeling
The way I have been for a week?

I tried to offer some resistance
But I just couldn’t keep the distance
One glance at you, and in an instant
I start to feel a little weak.

Life is a BITCH! (forgive my Russian)
It plays with us in cruel fashion.
It gives us love, it gives us passion,
And then it takes it all away.

How do I “manage” this desire?
My body feels like it’s on fire.
I’m sitting on the flaming pyre.
What can I do? What can I say?

I want to be your StairMaster
Yes! Ride me harder! Ride me faster!
You're like a natural disaster
The kind that nothing can control

You're like a verdict and conviction
reality and science fiction
And I would even work as rickshaw
If it were you I had to roll.

But I am just another stranger
And represent a certain danger
I shouldn’t really be engaging
In other people’s private lives,

For people say, and for a reason:
Don’t steal 'cause you will end up in prison
Don’t tease the dead if they have risen
Don’t’ play with other people’s wives.

Perhaps I am a little horny,
And my confession sounds corny,
The rosebush is always thorny
And pleasure's always mixed with pain

I know that it sounds freaky
(That’s where it gets a little tricky)
I’m glad we talked instead of quickie
And hope that we will talk again…