Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
True Love These awful days of loneliness holds my wayward feelings
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
Shivers of Innocence Only innocence can hold dreams within
the essence of your love permeates my soul
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers