My Heart In Inks

Babylon

I don't know how much I can fall but I know I have fallen for you
Stick your gloves like you are about to hold unto my soul
I don't know much about the sky but your smile is blue
I wish we can talk about love but right now, Darling just make love to me.

Is strange in what love could make people do.
I never dream I could meet somebody like you; so remind me how,
What a way to make me feel this way
But as we sleep to that, Darling make love to me.

Am trapped in the middle of two war affair.
Struggling to love you and pretend at the same time.
Your lips brings forth pressure like that of a honeycomb
While am struggling with that, Darling make love to me.

Travel of truth between your legs minding no sweat
Your fingers racing through my back and finding pleasure in Babylon
For this night, your ornament shall be my sweat.
But as we set the peace,Darling make love to me.
                        
                                                     -Richard Dubeix