You are a mystery to me.
I saw you watching me...
She cries silent tears as the artist prepares to...
The body is the canvas...
I want to be your only one
I want to be perfect in your eyes...
Ive liked you from the moment i met you
your so nice, caring...
His flesh was hot
his body over mine...
The last rose of summer rests in my palm
Each crimsoned petal tranquil and calm...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Silently
We were out for walk when I turned her way...
So restless at night, when I dream of you
I open my eyes, hoping it came true...