The Catfight Of Passion

I want to touch you

with my fingertips

caress your body

with the tip

of my tongue

melt

into your tenderness

inspire

our inner lions

the catfight

of passion

the fire

ignites

the flames roar

more

oh yes

more

the slashes

and ashes

of pure

orgasms

sublty distinguish

into

thin air

but

the passion

and flames

are still there

¬Indian Girl

Oh don't you wish you were

The redheaded indian girl

Dancing around the fire

Jack Daniel's in hand

Drinking and smoking away

Her fears and sorrows

Silently wispering to herself

''It don't matter

How I look

How much I drink

How high I am

We're all fucked anyway''

It's raining down on me

But I'm stunned by it's beauty

The glissening of the drops

The peaceful sound of water

It fills my ears and heart

I lie down and let the drops

Wash away my fears

I let it drizzle on me because

I enjoy the feeling of being clean

It's so unknown to me

So I lie there in peace of serenity

And wait for the moment

Of sun and morning glory

¦-Wasted Youth-¦

Yes we might be

the wasted youth of the city

the beings of the streets

the stars of the night

smudged make-up

ripped tights

Yes we might look frightening

but we do have souls

we've just kinda lost control

...Addiction...

I'm addicted to you,

to your presence,

your touch,

your voice,

your body,

your mouth,

the tip of your tongue,

your seduction,

your power,

your strength,

I can't get enough of you

In any way

I want more

you are my drug

my high

my trip

my dream

The rebels with a nun's abstinence