Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
There’s no need to take cover the morning light cast no shadows on love
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning