Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
*** A tainted kiss stirs the essence of lust
Without You *** there’s no quest for desire
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
