Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
Peter Kingsbery
You're drunk on wine
Your face is flush
You're burning up with fever
Just to be touched
To feel like a goddess
Of pleasure and pain
When flesh meets flesh
Baby, we are all the same
What you are
What you are is just
A little girl
What you need
Is someone to lean on
What you feel
What you feel is nothing
Of this world
A star to dream on
You're much too bold
You're much too wise
You're missing this warm mouth
Kissing your thighs
A thousand emotions
All black and white
By the tip of a tongue
You lose the fight
What you are
What you are is just
A little girl
What you need
Is someone to lean on
What you fear
What you fear is nothing
Of this world
A star to dream on
You turn on the heat
The hotter it gets
Gets harder to breathe
You want to be wanted