Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
