The Wanting
I see the spirit that we share walk on the lake into thin air .
It's the evil in the haunting , the needful things that leave me wanting .
The seduction of your mind . the wickedness that left me blind .
I taste your sex the feel of you , your sensual ness that see's me through
this abandon desolate wasteland ,just like the heat of satins hand.
James Stevenson.................................................
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