*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
*** Caressing your picture in my sleep I sigh of love
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
Searching for feelings I cannot explain what happens to love when the flame turns dark
Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
*** A tainted kiss stirs the essence of lust