As waking ghosts the skies will find my love
Mistakes will place my eyes away from lust
And snakes will take away the evil lay
To break the pain in to a better place

Of love I seek the breasts to warm my peace
Above the weaker times my hate misplaced
And lines I write of her and she of me
In time we will concur our worlds embraced

To turn a phrase to turn our hate to dust
In ways of sex is best our love combust
In to a flame amaze the two of us
To play and sway and raise the steaks of touch

If change I need succeed to change I will
To be a greater man ov loving thrill


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s