Passion

What do I remember most?

The one thing that haunts me like a gost.



Passion was our ground.

It was so easily found.



We where fooling around like we always do,

but this time it was different, it was just us two.



It started as a simple scare.

I asked you if you would dear.



You threatened  to kiss my neck.

At this point we lost all respect.



Then you kissed my lips,

I felt your hands on my hips.



You pushed me against the door.

Strong as you are you lifted me above the floor.



You where holding me so tight,

I never wanted to end that night.



I was praying «don`t let go!»

I had never wanted you so.



I told you to stop.

I felt my heart drop.



What would your girfriend say,

I couldn`t have you stay



I said it wasn`t rigth.

That ended the nigth.



I haven`t felt that passion since.

You where my only prince.



Come get me, we can run away,

we can feel that passion again.