Standing alone in a dream. Where nothin' is real. But oh how real it feels. There were times I lost my way. I was alone, lost in a haze. Where are you now?.
She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah. I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes. Atop a black winged mare. Casting a wicked stare. She throws her head back.
She likes what she sees. starts to drop on her knees. gazing with an appetite. licks her lips in sheer delight. She's one of a kind. A sight for sore eyes.