Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings

Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart

Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something

Love never written compose each line lost in feelings

*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me

Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty

we waltz in visions under the stars and share

when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell

Forgiveness is never forgiven in the gallows of revenge pulling the lever

Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper

In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer

We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe

I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped