*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
Within truth is seldom told from the