Blind *** Your posture conceals the dark desire
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper
Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that