The Anals of Lust
How does one contemplate, anticipate, wait for the annals of lust?
Do you yell, scream, cry, as the turmoil tumbles inside?
Do you walk, run, fly, as you wish you had wings to take you there?
How does a person wait for something forbidden? And why must we always keep the annals of
lust hidden?
The anticipation of that for bidden touch, that special feeling that knowing it is just the beginning.
The beginning of something much deeper than could ever be felt alone.
That deep burning sensation that has flames you never want to put out.
That burn of passion, so strong and so hot, so hot you feel like you are on fire.
The cold hands of lust can calm , but never quell.
That thirst that only deep kisses can relieve.
The feeling of melting into passions arms.
Knowing you never want to be set free.
So tell me, and tell me true.
How does one wait , contemplate, anticipate the annals of lust?
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