Quicksand

Your love is like quicksand, the more I fight it the more it draws me close.

Until it is finished with me I am helpless;  Your love is like quicksand, I’m getting too close.

I want to cum but I’m scared to, I’m way too in love with you. Your love is like quicksand.

The less I want you, the more I need you. You love draws me close.

Your rejection feels like discipline, fair but only for you. Your love is like quicksand.

Is it wrong for me to think about your embraces, when I lay in new places? Your love taunts me.

You’re the best thing I never should have done. Your love is like quicksand.

I yearn for your parts, and I cry because of our talks. Your love pulls me in.

All I ever wanted to do was stand with you, but quicksand you devour everything that comes near you.

I will never love another like I did you; No one will ever be able to get that close to me because of you. Your love is like quicksand.

You’re my sexiest fantasy, and the worst reality. Your love embarrasses me.

Memories of you make me smile…and then angry again.

You took it all quicksand, there’s no trace of me now;

I will always love you and hate you a little too within.