Archie Galang

Your scent lingers in my mind as if I was laying on the very pillow you laid your head on that night,
I remember the thrust, the beating, the pulse of my heart laid next to you,
Is this what life could be, is it what it could become, the scent, the beat, the memories, our path,
It all seems a distant dream, ready for revival, ready for the one night we had to reveal itself, reveal what it meant,
could it have been love, or could it have been just lust,

It felt so right to be next to you, but than again so does sex, the thrusting, the beating of the heart, the scent as it lingered,
was it real, was it a dream, or was it my imagination wanting more,
whatever it was, my body, mind, soul yearns for the black magic spell that has been casted upon me,
the spell of wanting more, the spell of wanting you, the spell that needs you in my life

What dreams and lust can do to man, the alteration of life, my life, our life
emotion is a hell of a drug