Comments about David Lacey
Seducing undertones, her voice lights new life into my world.
Her form lay as a mystery to the imagination, she teases
You with a coyful play on words, the irony of the situation as
Always goes unheard. Drawing out her sentences with playful giggles
She’s punishing you with innuendo. It played upon my mind for hours,
The voice of a ghost, the ghost of a girl, a girl that will never be ours.
What beauty unknown lay attached to those angel toned words I may never know,