Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
*** A tainted kiss stirs the essence of lust
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
Within truth is seldom told from the
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
