Shambala

Brushes of silky smooth
Skin against mine
Leaving a trail of the wettest ale
You are the epitome of fine wine

Limitless

I sit and wait and pine For words that never come Momentary happiness has come undone No turning back but shadows of the past do hunt Lies and deceit over the smallest things corrupt But no one is perfect, I wouldn’t be fooling anyone That love was pure from day one The passion ripe for […]