Lujuria

It was a night of depression with a
throat burned from booze, my head
lost in more than one obsession,

I left the house soaked in sweat,
and with a fixed idea to forget,
and give in and laugh until I drop,

And in the bar, I found her and she came up to me,
I made contact pretty quickly,

She flirted with me, didn’t have to push,
I never said no,

And the night went on, couldn’t have been better in my room,
and lust slipped away, left no address,
I won’t see her agaaain,

In my room, filled with satisfaction.

I want to see her again
and enjoy it once more,
all the depression,
with lust
if she wants more again, that’ll help me.