I wander no longer
I prefer to wait at my master’s chamber
To eat
To drink
To talk of love
He flames my heart
With desire
Never felt before
Enthralled and awestruck
I lose my senses
In
His love
All night long
I am consumed
In a hot passion
Don’t ask!
I don’t
Know
We ever sleep or endlessly frig
Can I even count?
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
I wander no longer
I prefer to wait at my master’s chamber
To eat
To drink
To talk of love
He flames my heart
With desire
Never felt before
Enthralled and awestruck
I lose my senses
In
His love
All night long
I am consumed
In a hot passion
Don’t ask!
I don’t
Know
We ever sleep or endlessly frig
Can I even count?
