“I dearth to know what it is like,
I dearth to savor the perception,
Savor the sweet tense exudation,
On the back of your alluring dregs,

Never too blind to see things as they are,
I need to be your invariable acquiescence,
This vapid infection of propensity,
As it bellows through sight of my soul,

Makes my perpetual wanting rapaciousness,
For that of a complete perfect deitate,
Made so perfectly complete I crave to feel,
I dearth lose myself into this one someone,

Airborne aroma of your desires is arousing
Do not let this desire fade away,
This inducement lethargy to me by your
Unending deity of satisfaction,

This ardor magnetism that immerses in me,
This the infectious propensity of fervor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©