Going To a New Place
I want you to be free,
as you need to be,
no labels, or restrictions,
describe you and me.
But when I look deeply in your eyes
Of incandecent blue,
or any part of my lips,
brush against any part of you,
hunger and desire as old as time,
flows thru my nerve endings and mind.
Compelling me to possess you completely,
clinging as tightly and
for as long as we possibly can,
going to a new place,
unknown to us.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2014
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