Desire rises up like a tidal wave.
Yearning to reach out to another.
The strong flow washing over me,
And within me.
Pushing out, reaching...
The object of my desire is barely known
Surely you can't warrant such an intense reaction,
So soon, so incomplete.
But it flows, I can't hold it back.
I flow.
Wanting more I drift where the current leads.
Giving into desire, but unable to fulfill it.
Such a waste
All this beautiful passion
All the thrilling things that could be done.
Oh what I would do with this desire.
Every drop wasted
Every morsel untasted
Every ****** act, a ghost to lay to rest
With an inadequate eulogy played by my fingers.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
Desire rises up like a tidal wave.
Yearning to reach out to another.
The strong flow washing over me,
And within me.
Pushing out, reaching...
The object of my desire is barely known
Surely you can't warrant such an intense reaction,
So soon, so incomplete.
But it flows, I can't hold it back.
I flow.
Wanting more I drift where the current leads.
Giving into desire, but unable to fulfill it.
Such a waste
All this beautiful passion
All the thrilling things that could be done.
Oh what I would do with this desire.
Every drop wasted
Every morsel untasted
Every ****** act, a ghost to lay to rest
With an inadequate eulogy played by my fingers.
Sorry I have been in a very particular state of being lately, sorry if I am starting to sound ******
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