Drifting on a memory

Drifting on a memory

Taking a trip in side my head

Remembering when we were happy

I sit in the warmth of happiness remembered

In the shadow of hope

Holding tightly to my dreams

Irrational ratings of a lost soul

Irrational ratings of a lost soul

Wondering what to do

Did I find myself in you?

Is this all a dream or is it true

Am I fooling myself?

Can this last forever

Passion

The jaws of passion open and ensnare you in their tight grip. Its claws dig into you flesh to hold you so you cant get away. There is no escape from this beast. IT follows you, haunts your days and nights filling your thoughts and dreams you have become the beast from which you ran.

You hunger for the flesh of another, the feel of the silky skin the aroma of a body

You hunt the night, searching for that certain one, the familiar touch, sent, sound. Stalking your prey you pounce when the moment is right, digging in your claws and tasting the reason the beast found you