less then three

Drive me crazy
Drive me deeper
Come crashing down
Wasn't planned
pretend it's not happening
don't think about falling
Count the days,
minutes, miles
Lose control
lose consciousness
lose yourself
Act on what you want
not on how you feel
Don't make it just another notch in your bedpost
Fake the emotions,
but not the moans.
Another time, some other bed
or floor or couch
counter or dryer
Feed your desire
Feel your hunger
A night you'll never forget
but the memory will only last so long
More then a fantasy
less then love
Leave part of you behind
and come back when it begins to fade