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The thirsty Earth that took your sweat, and became tired of betting, would find a fertile plain.
Beauty and despair collide, And her flowing locks bewitched you into wanting more.
The place of the poor in heart, thin in soul, and hungry. She can make a Feast of the Famine.
Give your Lust the Fire to burn all of your desires. Your Mouth is open and beauty is in her breast.
She will give you A Thousand Sorrows, the Weeping Willows, and her Shadow.
It could eat the very beast you are carrying. The monster that doesn’t fear, but truth.
You will love her eyes more than the lust she has for you. You could find more in her skin than you desire.
But Taste every Lost Love. With fire in my throat, and fan cooling my tongue, I would start. Taste.
With her soft lips that move with me, I started to part ways. A kiss to share and one to receive.
If she will allow my tongue to speak without words, and then move to deliver.
My wordless speech isn’t interested in being heard but she wants to hear her warm, quivering intentions as she shivers.
Let her fault line, which runs only where she is not, be stirred to create a seismic earthquake.
If her tears stopped staining her cheeks, then that alone will make my heart ache again for her.
What will follow if she is a volcano? I feel lust for her like lava.
I dream of wrapped and entangled bodies, but only in my dreams.
Yet, I long to feel her passion.
When I erupt, I live a little while and die a little. I have a little more faith in her, and she has all my desires.
