Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe

I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings

*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer

we waltz in visions under the stars and share

I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love

Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs

the essence of your love permeates my soul

Within truth is seldom told from the

spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze

the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender