As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
Blind *** Your posture conceals the dark desire
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
