Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers

Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste

*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains

Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs

As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet

Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries

Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet

lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming

Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow

If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your

In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit

The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions

we waltz in visions under the stars and share