in a sinful soulful needful embrace
So caressing instead, my gaze
denies my tortured tongue the taste
Of your perfect pristine lips
preserving the promise of paradise
Oh! you make my dreams crystallize
and throw my world into eclipse.
Denied my dreams, all is dark
within - without
that which guides my life
cuts lovingly like a knife
branding on my soul
a perfect little hole
where I drink in the sight of you
the desert's only drop of dew.
wingsofdeath
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