If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
I hear an angel in poetic dreams songs of love from the heart she sings
Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Euphoria’s Love the needle pinprick possess me as I soar
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
As you sleep in the twilight of dreams I kiss you without end
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Within truth is seldom told from the
