Object of my desire do you know about the lust I keep in the cage of my heart?

Which like a rabid dog threatens to rip me apart

or break free of its cage of me humanity.

It tests my sanity sometimes, this need, this want, this desire.

But deep down I know its wrong this feeling so strong.

Without love what is love but animal passion waiting to take hold

Ready to burn or scold and before long your soul is sold to sin and you are sleeping around.

Without love you are just an object with curves that my hands would swerve down,

without love you are just a projection of my fantasy which I long to make a reality.

Without love, we are like pieces of meat ready to devour each other

but lover that just hurts

without the power of love it wouldn’t last.

Without love you are just another woman

Just another mark on the bed post for a man to boast about

But with love in our hearts we are one!