Lust ( Tyburn)
Needing...
When I think of you my heart jumps
my stomach drops...
The burning of wild desire,
Engrosses me in your toxic fire...
Laying in bed, thoughts form instead
Fantasies about you in my head...
A brisk cold night
and i long for you...
Hand in hand,
Together we walk...
Her lips trail a line
from his shoulder...
They want me to choose just one
But how when both of them I love...
I hear the bells
they sound quite swell...
Touch kiss feel my lips,
The feeling of them on your finger tips...
Yesterday has diminished into the night and our...
the days may slip away but we are forever united...
Eyes of purity
As if an angel had appeared...