Desire
Stuttering words, they fade away
dying like a flame gone cold;
Nothing much is left to say
but this need that's born of old,
old as the skies up above.
Now! Now! the fervent plea
sung by lips seeking a bond;
This must be... it must be...
frantic pants of souls love-burned,
dazed by desire's hot touch
Our eager lips cling together
urging on an explosion;
Time recedes, she goes further
borne by waves of that ocean
that sweeps across our hungry hearts.
Alas! her father, he walks in
and we spring far-far apart;
Babbling words to hide our sin
still it burns in our hearts
this earth-born need between you and I
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