Erotic

what would I have to change Who would I have to be to slip into your arms I want to make sweet love to you...

Take my hand let me lead the way tell me all you want to say.
Whisper in my ear, make your whims...

Love is like the ocean, constant motion.

Up, down, raging, and still,
Leaving us lost in its...

Fear keeps you away you say,
That I am the sunrise in your day.

Your recently found ethereal...

I get so high, if only my mind not needed, the natural medication, prescribed to allow the pain to be shown...

Oh’ my word, how I loved the feel
of that smooth,
yet still, undulating ridge between...

Through the darkest of days I can see the light in your eyes
in my most troubled desperate moments I...

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and...

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of --
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone...

In the dark recesses of our minds,

we indulge in perverse desires,

Our bodies entwined...

Any idea regarding who unnamed individual earned such lofty title? I offer a clue, that averred person...

The way your lip curves to the left...
That devious glint in those soul piecing baby blues..
...

orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with...

I am the silent orchid in the wildwood—
blooming unseen,
in the deep verdant of solitude,...

You said you didn’t want to hurt me
You said you didn’t want to leave me
You said you didn’t...

My pain inside is like a crippling crushing devastation of agony
I feel as if my world has collapsed...

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest...