The taste of your lips is a soulful treat
Filling me with passion and desire...
Roll the dice, take a chance
Let my love guide you right...
You walk into my room
pin me to the Flore...
The day i died
i became a fallen angle...
There is something about you
something i hate...
And I fell, fell onto you, falling on me
Each breath grows longer, cleans deeper...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Sitting here
Missing you...
Lines 1,3 rhyme Lines 2,4 rhyme Lines 5 and 6...
Ingenuously she walks into the room...
The sun is setting
The moon is rising...
The way his lips meet mine
his hands touch me...
Would you kiss me tonight
so soft...