The Perfect Secret ?

Time with you felt like the world stopped, the energy between us was explosive. The illusional world we created where I'm your lady and you're my man only worked if it was a secret, but how is it a secret if you're telling everybody. We were perfect for each other as long as love wasn't involved. The unspoken terms of the situation were supposed to be understood perfectly. The problems of the world that existed outside of each other didn't exist at least when we were together. Fine like expensive wine and drunk off one glass of you my indecent thoughts of our late nights on the weekends only satisfied me if it was just that, anything more would have been too much. I wanted you but not the whole you, not your problems not your concerns or expectations, only your smiles and you outside your clothes. The more time we spent the more I observed love creeping in, how could I be the fun girl the bad bitch your fantasy if I loved you? Feelings banging on the door of my heart asking for love, but I didn't want it there. I just wanted fun, nasty sex and spontaneous moments then you came in saying four letter words I thought secrets never spoke. I just wanted to be all the things you said you didn't have not the full course meal. Love was something I said I didn't want to do again; here you go forcing me to embrace things I'm not ready to accept. Running through your mind while I'm running through the streets. Why'd you have to ruin everything, you said you wanted a bad girl a savage now I gotta be the bad girl the savage.