Lovemaking

In my lovemaking, I grieve for passion
in the heat of passion, I can really make love.

In my lovemaking, I can give you a name
the one that I can give is illusion
Lisa, is her name?
Her desires is to move in her sleep
This passion is about to go really deep.

She knows at the end
whatever name she calls him by
will be nothing, but an empty space.

Making love is what is best for me
but I don’t remember that
the one that I desire
is just a skeleton with bones.
Making passion love, takes my breathe away
in the flesh I be like whoa chemosogi
Somewhere in New Orleans lies this man’s soul
Will you ever find these empty plated bones?

When it comes to passionate love making
I only grieve for pain.
I am not losing my mind nor am I going insane.