This Thirst

I have this thirst
To drink your love

A need to quench
This burning desire

In hope, in passion, a fire
burns from loins within

The flame of my being unites
Your sweetness my nostrils fill

And spreads to my taste bud dew
In waves of relentless fury

Burning swiftly to the fore
Turning wheels and friction feeling

The movement stands alone
In rapid procession and becomes

At last
Still


Note: Spelling, invented new words and other errors strictly intentional. Copywrite Eugene Veinotte all rights reserved

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