De Quaestione
ON SEARCHING
The joys of passion growth
On dove’s wings of purity;
United to please and serenity
For one heart, one mind and both.
Though divided by physical means,
The male in me yearns for her;
The solemn passion so it seems
Her female body is draped in myrrh.
As long to see that blissful face
And extent a chamber of desire;
To search and find, end of my chase
For she’s exquisite on unswerving fire.
Impatiently I ask not for commitment,
Only for intimacy without embarrassment.
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