Buried Desires

Buried Desires

 

Would it be the lustful touch of your soul,

Or the passion in your wings spread across my heart that brings me to a fevered pitch?

 

Could your love be so deep, as to touch my inner peace?

Would your fingertips arouse the love I have buried so deep?

 

Would a kiss from your lips, be my only solace?

Do your eyes burn a tattoo into who I am?

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Yes all of these and more.

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For I am buried deep within myself.

Never to rise in the mornings light,

Or to be taken by the fall of the moons lustful gaze.

 

Quietly I lie restless and full of life.

Spark my love, let it rise to a fevered pitch.

 

Let all that I have kept buried, consume us for eternity.

Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

"Spark my love, let it rise to a fevered pitch. Let all that I have kept buried, consume us for eternity." :) This poem is sizzling. I like the feel.

[ron]

Thank you Michelle. Some times I wish it were not just on paper.

[Lydia Shutter]

Seductive and filled with carnal arousal. An invitation to share somatic and hedonistic desires. Very passionate. Lydi**

[ron]

Thank you Lydia. I hope some day to share all of these and more.

[Lydia Shutter]

I hope you find the right person with whom you are able to share!

[ron]

Thank Lydia, maybe one day.

[Sami Khalil]

Your buried desires are the treasures to uncover for her...Bravo.......................

[ron]

Thank you Sami. If you happen to meet her let me know so I can show her :)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...You are welcome...:)..............