A sultry kiss on lips of red, The color of romance on a forbidden bed. Eyes that lock in a room of white, A caressing touch that feels so right. A mans sweet romance, a womans love Bring silky clouds from heaven above. What once was inosent is now of trust, From this sacred night of loving lust. Together they lay in a bed of thorns, With a passing thought of their growing horns. Love is not always what it is made to be, Sometimes it is just wanting to be free.