Desire Fires the Imagination
Sunshine glistens from each strand of hair
The blue ocean in her eyes
Red hot lava steaming from her lips
The universe has no comparison to her beauty
Her breasts are full desiring to be sucked
Her skin is as smooth as silk
My desire for her fires my imagination
I am embolden to posess, daring to touch
Yet in reverance I observe her
Fire is in my belly as she draws near
My heart and body ache, quivering
Dreading the words that may show my true fear
Yes desire fires the imagination
Alas frailty rules the world
And as a man I am frail, weak and worthless
And words are as the wind
They can only touch the ones who will listen
Yet they destroy worlds, killing millions
The question becomes this
Has the word more power than which we allow
Or is it as the wind meaning nothing
Desiring only the fire of your imagination
Breeding on hatred and mistrust
> Until again beauty of peace walks among us
> That perfect woman with eyes of blue
> Her skin silken soft
> And again bringing desire to the imagination
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2007
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