Battlefield of roses

I have got a brand new vice -
Getting high on you -
And flying towards Paradise
Dressed in a suit of dew.

A new sweet sin is on the list
Sending me straight to Hell:
I see the lighthouse in the mist,
Getting drunk on your smell.

Enchained by an endless desire -
Addicted on your lips -
My skin relentlessly on fire,
Craving another kiss.

You're shooting bullets in the air.
I'm not running away.
The war inside your hungry eyes
Is meant to make me stay.

Your ship has landed on my shore.
The ocean is on fire.
I am sinking in your quick sands
Of passion and desire.

Black, velvet roses with sharp thorns
Gently caress my skin,
Bringing the sun into my eyes,
Making me bleed within.