Desire

It's a taken, never a given--
It's spice? Variety ecstasy driven.
One at a time, for me that works best,
Though often I'll think of the last or the next.
One at a time, so get in her line--
You'll be glad that you did, at least for a time.
Smile and relax! Smoke or drink wine--
Then, back to your life until the next time.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Warlov Avatar
September 30, 2019 at 11:13 PM
Desire is the sharpest sword, separating one from oneself. - R.W. --- Except for Cuban cigars!
Shuck Avatar
October 1, 2019 at 1:28 PM
So true. Nothing is more "cutting edge" than desire.
De Beaulieu Avatar
September 28, 2019 at 2:26 PM
Hello John Shuck, all I can say is try again. Love this poem. have a nice day my friend.
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