It is her everlasting love
That’s what I crave.
I continuously find my self lost,
With no guide, searching anyway.
She plays with me,
Appearing in many guises
Yet I continue on my quest,
Even thoough at times,
I am insecure.
I strengthen with every step,
Hoping to find those consummations,
So filled with passion.
Nourishing the essence of my spirit,
There is an enigmatic sexual precense.
She quenches my thirst for fluids,
She revitalizes my aspirations.
Endowing my eyes with beauty,
She flows with the wind.
I’m overwhelmed by temptuous desires,
Demanding to know when.
All becomes quiet,
Lamentable silence shares my world.
Luminous shadows, prompted by the shining of her soul;
She pilots me through a surreal swirl.
Smelling the fragrances of our passion,
Hearing the pounding drums, in my ears.
It is the sound of her heart,
That I have to work so hard for.
She whispers softly in my ear,
Be patient my darling,
I will feed you with love.
Together we can and will become,
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