Somewhere between the dark and light
between what's wrong and what's right
just on the cusp of day, not night
You are there, telling me to trust you.
I say is it trust, or just pure lust?
our bodies grind until they r dust
become one...we simply must
You lied, saying entrance was free.
Our bodies wet, a slip and slide.
looking at you my eyes open wide
entering in I enjoy the ride
