Thought of Desire
Tell me what it is you desire For this I may give you Wrapped in sweat and full of sin To these desires we are forbidden The lust is must for we're above this romantic dream called love Another verse, another poem Make me not part a groan But a scream of desire Not a funeral pyre I'm waiting online For it is you that I miss A word or too I may caress Not another word is what I say Listen to these thoughts that I play For a stairway of knowledge could be gained It is not book but it is my brain Written June 15th, 2000 © on Apr 06 2002 09:52 AM PST, Christopher J. Mason 0 • 18
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"Tell me what it is you desire..."