Sleeping With The Enemy
Sleeping With The Enemy
Sleeping with the enemy
And boy this time is fun
Let her take control
Before we both were done
She had won the battle
But I had won the war
She kept on coming back
Begging me for more
Tattered clothes around us
The lights are turned down low
She loved the way I tortured
She told me “Do it slow”
She loved to feel the pain
It filled her soul with fire
She knew what she was doing
She filled me with desire
We couldn't stand each other
We made each other sick
But all that didn't matter
The moment that we kissed
Our bodies felt the passion
I wouldn't set her free
There's nothing like sleeping
With the enemy
Copyright ©2007 Marvin H Lane
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