As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
painful emotions of tainted thoughts that search for answers
lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
*** Caressing your picture in my sleep I sigh of love
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
