Lust
By Paul B
A little song of loveA jingle of the soulA tune of bell ringing to a flowOf the natural rhythmThat threads us allPainfully blunt but rapier sharpClefts in two the idDissects the hand and the heart Music deadly and swiftThe knife to carve lifeLittle couplets are the essenceLittle death many times overScented breath, heavy to tasteLike rich cream Like flesh wet with sweatCarnal joy you grant meIn the pool of our endevourSweet pleasureDeep sleepNature Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 01:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"A little song of loveA jingle of the soulA tune of bell ringing to a flowOf the natural rhythmThat threads us allPainfully blunt but rapier sharpClefts in two the idDissects the hand and the heart Music deadly and swiftThe knife to carve lifeLittle couplets are the essenceLittle death many times overScented breath, heavy to tasteLike rich cream Like flesh wet with sweatCarnal joy you grant meIn the pool of our endevourSweet pleasureDeep sleepNature..."