*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs
I hunger In desire pleading with love to forgive
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
