Pupils dilate
In the middle of the night...
These words I write, though eloquent as not of...
Nor have they rhythm and depth those great poets...
Laying together under the stars,
With your head on my chest...
I like it when you look at me
In your eyes it's love I see...
You wave me into
different directions...
Give me a canvass, a brush and some bright colors
I want to paint a portrait of an unearthly beauty...
When I see the smile on your face
And then the warm and glorious glow in your eyes...
You say you're sorry,
You say it's not your fault...
Two bodies converging inflamed with passion.
All inhibitions evaporating...
Why do you make me feel this way?
Plead explain it to me...
Do you know,
dearest...
Torn inside my hearts been so battered and bloody
my mind cant seem to take things as they are so...