Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
The dance of dreams in harmony as hearts are woven
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
Grasping your portrait in my sleep I love you madly
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
True feelings are spoken in the bed of touch as desire
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
You took your life you’re suffering is done but the suffering of your love ones has just begun
