
When strong desire was found within me
I'm coming up, I'm coming. You're making me dance, inside.
Your love is king, crown you in my heart... Your love is king, never need to part... Your kisses ring, round and round and round my head... Touching the very part of me... It's making my soul sing... Tearing the very heart of me. I'm crying out for more.
This is no blind faith... Your love... your love is real... Gotta crown me with your heart, never, never need to part, touch me... Never letting go,never letting go, never going to give it up.
I'm coming, you're making me dance...
I am ready for love... Would you please lend me your ear? I promise I won't complain... I just need you to acknowledge I am here... If you give me half a chance... I'll prove this to you... I will be patient, kind, faithful and true... To a man who loves music... A man who loves art... Respect's the spirit world... And thinks with his heart... I am ready for love... If you'll take me in your hands... I will learn what you teach... And do the best that I can... I am ready for love... Here with a offering of My voice... My Eyes My soul My mind ... Tell me what is enough... To prove I am ready for love... I am ready. ~India Arie~
When our souls ignite, the passion rises within, I invite your touch.
Your lips beckon mine, entwined our tongues have become...
You press still closer... My body trembles...
Hold me I'm starting to rise...
Life is in me now.
~GG~
Sometimes, I get so scared that you will stop loving me.
I was wounded
Your scent healed my hushed desire
Awkward mouths finding forgotten kisses
Tasting your whispers, I sigh
~ Gina ~
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all,
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland...
~ Bruce Springsteen ~
"Death is not the only way to lose someone you love."