As lion March in Boston starts and as a lamb it ends.
This means that Winter and warm Spring through fight are changing hands.
Though winds subside by April first, but sometimes as a joke
A snowstorm down from sky falls quickly as a hawk.

Onto Beantown as a prey it sets its snowed grip
By dressing streets in winter cloth once more in fierce zip.
And tree's awaken swollen buds are tortured by the cold,
As anguished be one's dreams of Love, being kept in heart on hold.

Butterflies fluttered while your lips brushed against my cheek as you said your last goodbye,
as you left me for the last time and left me yearning for the answer to the burning question "why?"

I want
I need
I feel you in my sleep
Let me be
What you need

Please
Plead
Let me tease

I want to feel you
Look at you
Hard
Let me swallow,
All of you
Make you bleed
And plead

Feel extraordinary
In ecstacy

I feel inside you
Warm, soft
I want to explore
With my hands, mouth
All that I am
And more

You feel me, see me too
Into my mind
Moving into my heart
It starts

I rise
To heavens above
Arched, moaning
Groaning
Pull on your hair
Squeeze your hand,
I feel breakable
Break me
Take me
I beg for more
Scream in pure devine
Utopia

You move me through
To the other side
Sitting on you
I feel ill, inside
Sunrise
So high
I cant hide

We look
We feel
So intensely
And find a beautiful sky
Shooting stars
Out of my mind
Watch them meeting in the sky
Sparkling, like I do when I look at you
I feel you
You me
Meeting together as one
Enlighting frightening
Let me be the one

Beautiful soul
Beautiful sky
Beautiful feeling
Beautiful sight, I am sleeping