It Burns Like A Papermill On Fire
Ashes Feel Soothing To My Deisre
Not Knowing My Next Move
I Feel Blind In The Dark
His Soul As Beautiful
As A Work Of Art
It’s Like Being Able To See A Rainbow
With Only Your Hands
I Give My Spirit Fully
And Give No Demands
Nights Feel So Cold
They Singe And They Burn
I Reach For Is Touch
To Be In His Arms I Yearn
Cold Sweats, Hearts Racing
Then With A Thunder Of Passion I’m At Ease
He Gives Me Ecstacy
And With This He Is Pleased
Yet That Is Not All
But Surely Enough To Fall Hard
He Holds My Emotions In His Hands
And Keeps Them In Safe Guard
Late Night Talks And Caresses
Always Help Me Sleep Sound
I’m Ever So Blessed,That In Mike,
I Have Found Something Completely Profoundv