As you sleep, I weep
too much is seen, too much is heard...
I feel your desire, crawl under your skin
you beg, and plead to feel ecstasy...
His breath warm against her neck,
Trying hard to resist the temptation...
His skin as milky as the moon
Shines through the stars...
The Stag must run swift,
Swifter than the wind...
Cry out in the middle of the night.
Stare into the darkness of your room...
Cold unknowing hands press against my lower back,
A soft sigh escaping my trembling lips...
Im sitten here wondering where you are day by day...
You award me with nothing but hate,
As I sit here, I wonder what might happen...
Waiting in the moonlight
Tears rain down her cheeks...
Have you ever seen a clown cry?
Or heard a tigers lullaby...
A cat walks out on velvet feet, an owl wings like...
A moonbeam slants through sleeping streets, mist...