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Your SMILE ...

Is like a raindrop
In the desert ...

It's all I long for,
Yet it leaves me thirsty ...

For so much MORE.

Unquenched

Last night you gave me all you had to ease my thirst, yet my thirst remains 
unquenched.  For ten minutes after we were through I still thirsted for you.  I still 
thirst for your kisses, your touch and all the passion that you release when we're 
intimate.  From the animal like sound you make to your fingernails digging deep 
into back. If you could take it I'd be intimate with you every hour of the day for the 
rest of our life, and even that wouldn't be enough.  I'd still desire you, crave you 
and thirst for you even after we have parted from this life.  When it comes to you to 
much is never enough.  Forever and always my thirst for you will be unquenched.

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“Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills” - JFK

               ~

fifty-five years …

and despite extraordinary
leaps in the applications of technology,
we have not returned to
press that wondrous fall of moon dust …
there are ghosts of
those who gave their lives to the
scientific exploration of the starry vault
that is our heavenly crown,
crying for the satiation of that thirst -
and if and when we do return,
I pray those phantoms are benevolent,
that their crosses are upright,
and their wistful, wandering spirits …

at rest.


Premium Member Do not play with love, nor with the seeds of unquenched longing

Do not play with love, nor with the seeds of unquenched longing,
For in this war of souls, you are destined to lose,
And when you will try to touch me, to catch me in your gaze,
You will feel in your veins a storm, my wild love, a hurricane that does not extinguish.
You will cry in silence, asking for salvation that will not come,
Your soul will be a bleeding wound, a pain without end.
So is the fight in the war of love, a lost battlefield,
I warned you, my dear, love leaves deep marks, scars that do not heal.
Better leave now, do not cast your eyes towards me,
I have put on armor on my shoulders, ready for the battles to come.
I stand for a while in doubt, which dream to choose as refuge,
But I assure you, it will not be one where you will find shelter.
Do not play with love, do not dare to call my horsemen,
Don't you see that for you it would be too late already?
My love is a war where there is no victory,
And if you dare to enter the fight, you will lose more than just a simple desire.
Every step on the field of this love is a lost fight,
Where every breath becomes a battle, every look a confrontation.
In the world of my love, the war never ends,
And if you choose to step in, prepare to lose everything, in this love, in this dance of unfulfilled desire.
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The unquenched

To kill the quenching thirst 
I let myself be cursed 
The damned thirst stood still 
Like a little snowy hill 
"Water! Water!" I begged for 

But none cared at all 
The rain also never came
I wandered into a cave
Dark shadows and me together 
Like a rainy day weather 

I escaped from the cave 
But thirst didn't went away
Soon i found an oasis
I ran there—and what!
It was just another abyss

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