Why is the look in their eyes always ill will

when I say I love the thrill

that I long for the chase

that I need that deep embrace 


Who here would deny 

that they don't too try

to reach that moment when 

you ascend to heaven and then are back again 


Being filled up so with ecstasy 

makes me feel as though he might love me 

that, they can never understand 

for they've never been with my man

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