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In my lovemaking, I grieve for passion

in the heat of passion, I can really make love.



In my lovemaking, I can give you a name

the one that I can give is illusion

Lisa, is her name?

Her desires is to move in her sleep

This passion is about to go really deep.



She knows at the end

whatever name she calls him by

will be nothing, but an empty space.



Making love is what is best for me

but I don’t remember that

the one that I desire

is just a skeleton with bones.

Making passion love, takes my breathe away

in the flesh I be like whoa chemosogi

Somewhere in New Orleans lies this man’s soul

Will you ever find these empty plated bones?



When it comes to passionate love making

I only grieve for pain.

I am not losing my mind nor am I going insane.