Thirst
My Lover's taste satisfies my Desire,
His presence pierces my Heart,
Just as a Sword impales flesh…
Upon my lips I thirst for Him,
My yearning is torture without time,
Locked in a Prison of Passion,
Craving for his taste, his breath, his heat..
Till my thirst is quenched I silently wait,
Drowning in my own tears of Desire~~~~~
L D Ohlman
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