I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing struggiling for breathe deep inside me
the past shall not over take thy present
the future is a desire a need as you grow day by day
A need, A Lust and A Fantasy

I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing and struggiling for the essence of life deep inside me
Your will shall not over power my desire for a better being

A state of ectasy
As I lay in a state of desire wonton lust
In a dream you came to me
Showing your true self
Your colors, your beauty

My strengh to submit weakend as you pressed your lips against mine
as I lay lifeless, abandoed all will and any knowledge of time
the darkness is a calling but the light still lingers peeking through the haze
piercing my eyes as I try to open them
to release my heart but is so sewn up with hate to scared to release it again

I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing and struggiling for the pulse of my heart
the future is a desire a need as you grow day by day
a need a lust and a fantasy
Your will shall not over power me

it is my choice
it is my submission
it is my love
it is my devotion
my body, my soul and my heart

A state of ectasy
As I lay in a state of desire wonton lust
In a dream you came to me
showing your true self
your colors your beauty

and In time I shall grow like you have grown like a flower that grows from the waste of my lifeless body entomed for ever more in the earth that i now call my home...