Some of these seem childish or strange to me now, but I'm including them anyway. There were things I felt or saw once.

AftertasteI feel your lips between my hips,
Your hand going up my thights.
Lips pressed into mine,
Tongue's intertwined,
A taste I can't define,
Never thought a soul,
Could leave an aftertaste.

CrutchWhen I look at you,
All I want to do,
Is taste your skin,
And the sin within,
Share an embrace,
A simple taste,
Making me plead,
For your touch,
My soul's crutch.

Why is it that all the things,
I prayed I'd never do,
Are the nightmares that came true,
All those promises that I made,
Are now just prices to be paid,
Redemption is an empty phrase,
A reminder of more pleasant days,
And the person I never wanted to be,
Now lives deep inside of me.

I see the night,
And want it wrap it around me,
To take it all,
And pull it deep inside me,
To breathe it in,
And feel it beneath my skin.

The clear, blue silken waves,
Splash my languid flesh,
Golden rays surround me,
In a sun kissed caress.

A hand is held out,
For you to hold,
Lips press down,
In a kiss profound.

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