Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Is it the horsy ride that makes you giggle in dreams or the flying spoon open the hatch
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
I hunger In desire pleading with love to forgive
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Within truth is seldom told from the
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
