The Touch Of An Angel

There she was like a mystical rapture
The spark in her eyes made me glister
Ma heart skipped a beat for the way she smiled


In a glimpse I was losing the realm of reality
The feeling of love was bleeding in to my soul


For once I stood there hankering for her touch
The gentle breeze that swept past her mortal took my breath away


Tugged in to the state of utopia,I was just left speculating
"was she The Touch Of An Angel?"

The Evil Within

Her lambent smile shrouds the grim cerebrations within......

She personified herself to be a quintessence of everything i would want.But, her true persona scandalized my soul.........

Pedal to the Metal

The Galloping thrust underneath the hood
The Mightiness of the roaring crank
The Swiftness of the camshaft
The Caginess of the differentials
The Notion of transcendence at one's extremities

Is all the reason that makes me want to Put the Pedal to the Metal