Oh, this is the depths of desire!
How wild winds do blow
within the halls of this longing.
Lingering aches
clutching at far off stretches of my truth.
Built over lifetimes,
tasted this day:
I see you, raging humanity.
How hungry you’ve been
for my soul,
my flesh,
my fire.
Mmmm.
The wilderness within.
Let her rise
above the soft waves of propriety.
Let her unleash her greatest longings.
Let her fall into the darkest of nights.
Set her free, see her run
beyond form, beyond care,
beyond life.
Let her rise.
Let the wilderness
slowly
rise.
Love lives not in the sound of the music,
but in the deep, melodic swell
that fills the body
of a hungry
restless
soul.
Wade me in the waters of sensuality,
sweet ocean of mine.
Show me the girl that I am.
Call to me the woman that rises
within.
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