love and war

love and war love and war baby love and war the game of love and war what is it were even here for can you explain cause I been woundering what's the purpose of us even exsisting. it's an inquisitive impulsive accusation to assume that your for me and the im for you hand in hand wearing them same worn out shoes getting static and blues from them mother fuckin haters all around us. should we discuss what it was that let our souls take flight together our hungry lips clashing in the sweetest of erotic sensually exotic embraces I can still taste his honey feel it dripping off my lips and that way he grasps me by my hips to pull me into him is unexplainable not a moment that im willing ya wiling to miss when it come to him. it's a passionate game of love and war where we both winning and were nevea loosing, babe it's you that gots me choosing this position that you've placed me in ya my baby keeps me coming back again and again but is it a sin you can tell me love ya im listening. is this love or is it war cause I know I've been here before just another time a different place caught up in your chaotic ya your c haotic embrace can I get another tast of that love and war? why allow it to go to waste especially when we both know it cant never be replaced neither by time nor space baby come and take another taste of that love and war after all it what were both born for. ya ya baby love and war and nothing more.