In the name of love we plead for the fulfillment of our sexual desire,
Neatly cutting off the edges that stage lovers chasing one another.
Forgotten is the excitement of secret glances and quick touches,
And Romance including pretty vibrant hearts and flowers.
Sensuality collides before fingers intertwine,
And thurst after thurst is forgotten the pleasure of gentle holy kisses.
In the name of love hurricanes surface,
With splashes of lust to reach the extremities of bliss.
Lovers meet not for conversation or candle night dinners..
But to savor each other until both claimed winners.
The sweet name of love is stained by needs that rotten the sound of it,
Pleasures running wild with lust for money,
Exotic fabrics, glowing skin,
And confused dimensions of aesthetics.
Sex has never been Love without caresses and serenity
Sex is a necessity while Love a luxury.
But men and women are thirsty liars
Serving love wrapped with gasoline and fire.