~Thump~
My heart goes thump;
thump in its cage.
It sees its savior
and inflames its rage—
rage about the time
and about its twinning past—
rage birthed from passion,
seeded from the last.
Her lips are like pillows
comforting and soft.
And my dreams could lay there
without a threat of being lost.
Her skin is like milk—
rich, creamy, and orgasmic,
and just the thought of an encounter
is oh! too fantastic!
My heart is never wronged
for it follows its ways.
It surges for its Eye Fell
by the nights and by days.
Other are lucky
for they already found
the smile that saves them
from loves Heart-Go-Round.
But her eyes are fire flies
leading my travels through the night.
My nose tingles to her burning scent
and my insides wrap tight.
My feet might never reach
but forward my heart surges.
Because the prize for the hunt
will stifle its urges.
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