Bonnie Bailey

I feel your pulse against my lips, As I chase the dragon Suck your lips, and is your heart and tongue wish Begging for my part and Fingers translate your sorrow As you reach inside my soul Angered in my breath of mercy The story will no unfold My sorrow Sweet...

Three years ago, our journey began Chasing down this cure, no plan in hand Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark Just knowning with conviction from the start The moment your eyes made an introduction I felt my second violent breath of life Flawles...