My Lioness
Our love is tough; you know it's true,
Its darker side leaves us black and blue,
Every time we start these Dionysian feasts,
We both know; we shall fight our inner beasts
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Our love is rough; you blame me, I blame you,
We enter graceful but exit askew
It sends us to Hades, unable to resist,
It dwells our souls to their darkest ever mist
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But in the end of every death,
There comes again our love's rebirth,
There comes the fire, the lava, the passion, and the lust,
You know it's not our first, you know it's not the last
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You are not a woman, you are a lioness
And I'd never want you to be any less,
I am hooked and hooked I shall remain
To your love, your heat, your pain...
