Intense are the lovers who don’t speak the same language as me.
The ones who taught me its all in the eyes where passion flees.
Wondering nomads,
connected by soul’s craving to be free.
Communication created with the touching of lips.
She said everything I needed to know through her hips,
as I read her body like Braille with my fingertips.
Everyone understands the language of the tongue.
It’s the only way our hearts have a chance for its song to be sung.

It’s my soul that bleeds sickness.
Spilling a new breed of darkness.
My heart has been infected
With the sins I’ve collected.

This tongue drips poison undetected.
Passing along this disease to other hearts neglected.

She was someone who was taught to love by the sea.
Tidal waves in her heart, just waiting to break free.

Passion of a hurricane.
Lightning in her kiss.
Chaos owns her brain.
Drown you with her bliss.

Forgiveness of a sunrise.
There will be no compromise.