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A collector of man's desperate desire
falling into line with the head rush felt
from searching fingers to heated breath
upon my neck I do turn for you now.
I'll give my thoughts to your touch
the vibrancy in harmonic colours
of which forgotten oratorios scripted out
once uttered the words falling from your lips
quiet in their complexities my silence greeting
this love heard in cerebral solitude
Oh but my thoughts
vibrant and harmonious
as the very touch of your hand in mine
rejoicing in alleluias reinventing
for I fear neither the sound of my thoughts
or the love before me.
And let this be the symbol of my want for you
to place your contentment between my thighs
your hand now rests upon.
Make it the home of our short time we have
together
for whilst you are there
your mine to keep for a lifetime
A collector of man's desperate desire
falling into line with the head rush felt
from searching fingers to heated breath
upon my neck I do turn for you now.
I'll give my thoughts to your touch
the vibrancy in harmonic colours
of which forgotten oratorios scripted out
once uttered the words falling from your lips
quiet in their complexities my silence greeting
this love heard in cerebral solitude
Oh but my thoughts
vibrant and harmonious
as the very touch of your hand in mine
rejoicing in alleluias reinventing
for I fear neither the sound of my thoughts
or the love before me.
And let this be the symbol of my want for you
to place your contentment between my thighs
your hand now rests upon.
Make it the home of our short time we have
together
for whilst you are there
your mine to keep for a lifetime
Published 24th Aug 2015
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