The rain washes over me
How I wish you could just see
The way that I you are loved
More than that of a dove.
What can I say to you
That will make you believe its true
That your loving kiss
Puts me into a world of bliss.
Your body against my skin
Feels to good it must be sin
Your silken lips against mine
It is defiantly very fine.
My love you can take
It is now yours
You have the key
To set me free.
"Now without any bull $h!t life will be nothing more than a rose with out sharp nasty thorns. We would go on with out pricking
a finger or wading waste deep in $h!t." -John E. Buchholz-