They call me a voyer.
I like to watch,
I like to see the things hidden underneeth
I like to know the whole truth.
is that so bad, is that morally wrong,
why is it that we have to hide all the time from the scrutiny of others, because what we like to do makes them squirm?
I like to participate,
pleausres givin, touches so soft and sensual, carresses so deep and meaningfull, again hearts lost in passion,
eyes locked in a loving embrace, fingers moving to the rythem of anothers beat,
hearts intertwinded soft wispers carressing the ears.
is this what we call passion, where fires burn deep within us, where our lives mingle and hearts burn with desire, do we act?
shall we set and wonder what can be
shall we wonder what was
life revolves around the wants and needs of the hearts of the people that own them,
life and love and happiness all blended together where life melts and hearts and minds combine
