I still crave the flavour of your skin, though it brings me great pain,
As the flames of desire flicker and sway, we’ll endeavour to endure,
Clinging tightly beneath the blazing sun, in summer's fierce allure,
Together, trying to brave the tempests, in love's unyielding pursuit.
Dinner awaits us at eight – do not tarry; dreams lie upon your plate,
Nourished by my affection, a sip of your soft skin grazes my lips;
Each touch of yours leaves me lost, grappling with how to respond –
Your wisdom eclipses my own, a realm I can scarcely comprehend.
No man has truly kissed every maiden under the sun, yet the world
Shrinks for those who cross paths with the echoes of their past flames.
Relative justice; I strive to connect, yet potential lovers have slipped
Through my fingers, leaving me a solitary figure, comforted by a hand.
And this fills me with grief, a tempest of shame; distanced by anguish,
Haunted by choices that replay like relentless echoes in my mind.
I dread living solely for another's affection, yet I fear even more
The withering of my own love, fading into the abyss of neglect.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:24 PM UTC
I still crave the flavour of your skin, though it brings me great pain,
As the flames of desire flicker and sway, we’ll endeavour to endure,
Clinging tightly beneath the blazing sun, in summer's fierce allure,
Together, trying to brave the tempests, in love's unyielding pursuit.
Dinner awaits us at eight – do not tarry; dreams lie upon your plate,
Nourished by my affection, a sip of your soft skin grazes my lips;
Each touch of yours leaves me lost, grappling with how to respond –
Your wisdom eclipses my own, a realm I can scarcely comprehend.
No man has truly kissed every maiden under the sun, yet the world
Shrinks for those who cross paths with the echoes of their past flames.
Relative justice; I strive to connect, yet potential lovers have slipped
Through my fingers, leaving me a solitary figure, comforted by a hand.
And this fills me with grief, a tempest of shame; distanced by anguish,
Haunted by choices that replay like relentless echoes in my mind.
I dread living solely for another's affection, yet I fear even more
The withering of my own love, fading into the abyss of neglect.
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