Poetry Mondays- Confessions and Desires

July 23rd, 2012 // 10:37 am @ Janine and Alane

I see her need come pouring out to me

She nuzzles close, and whispers in my ear,

softly whispering words that I want to hear

sweet lover there is something I must say

something I need to take my breath away

For I have a confession that I must make,

of a million ways to make my body quake

of smoldering hungers down deep inside

A desire for something that we can share

made flesh to fulfill all of our secret needs

make us burn with impassioned deeds

W. I. Boucher July 16, 2003

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