Hate Is Cancer Of The Soul!

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.

You're Just A Side Dish Not The Main Course!

Restrictions Create Frustrations!

Sleepin With Strangers Will Have You Waking With Enemies!