Desire
I taste the sweat of desire
a fine wine correctly chilled
starting with the touch of a hand
and all the passion spills
the want I can't hold back
cacoethes now set free
a burning in my soul
to a white hot degree
a kiss of expectation
a whisper of words of love
a release of inhibition
what fantasies are made of
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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