Turn it up...
With da sexually heat generating from your sexy smile.
My body is aching...
I need your wicked touch ....
here and now, darling.
Light me up....
Bring the fire within me out.
Pour your wicked kisses upon my yearning.
Let me be alive and free.
Turn it up...
Let da passion flames consume me.
Your body is....
All I desire right now.
Light the match of desire....
Burn me with your passionate touch.
Bring me to life.
Pour your wicked acts upon this willing body.
Come on, darling give me your all.
Turn me on.....
Turn it the release button down, give me all of you.
LIght the fire...
Light my heart desires with a passion that only u can bring out in me or give to me.
Bring it...
Give it....
Am surrendering to it to now.
Am ready to take all you can share with me.
Pour the love upon this body.
Touch this naked body in ways that cat would envy.
Pour the endless desire of passion from your heart upon me
My fondest farewell
is the death of love.
My fondest name
lost in the stillness of sorrow.
To sigh
is giving up power.
To weep
is giving depth to my pain.
My fondest farewell
is the expiring of my tears.
My fondest farewell
is my lips of passion becoming cold?
To sigh
is allowing the pangs of his touch live again.
To weep
is never sleeping or forgetting what I must live without~ now n forever.
My fondest farewell
is complying me to dare life without him.
My fondest farewell
is freedom from Hell.
To sigh
is now with hope.
To weep,
Well, I weep no more for false love.
It's the spring morn;
The day of the year unknown disastrous,
The winged Thorn bird cries out.
Upon the rain from heaven,
The dewy world trembles, and tumbles,
The air smells of faint death.
Whate'er has cometh~ has cometh with swift revenge.
It's the spring morn;
Unrolling noiseless life is no longer being heard within Heaven.
The day of the year unknown disastrous acts of fleeting compassion hath become Hellish reality.
The purest of heart hath been erased.
The noble soul has become twisted and cruel. Now the unfathomed darkness hath bloomed.