Flares of my inner desires
Rise to the depth of this mire
Of sensations within my soul’s Yearning
For a deeper reach or perhaps a touch
To seal this heart with passion.
A deep passion scent
Is the air that the angel sent
Its tastes find a succulent
Vigor of this soul food
I cannot deny this…
This feeling of human completion:
Its blissful nature massages my soul’s
Desire to have you and you only.
To be in touch this epiphany
To seek not that which is found
To hope for a higher essence of life
To be safe in this shelf of lust
Is more than I can ask for.
A climb to the peak
Of this untold reach
Is not what they preach
When I lose me in my rich
Before I rest I beseech
To touch your heart of peach.
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