Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up

Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste

*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me

The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled

Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns

parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears

spoken secrets in star dust are fading dreams in a haze

I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped

Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love

at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams

The passing star fades into the night and so does the notion

Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper