Drippings of Mutual Driers

Drippings of Mutual Driers


Oh sweet love! I have breathed you in
Through the pores of sweet love to quenched skin;
It was a moon laden with honey.
It was the moon bursting with fire,
Satiated by the drippings
Of our mutual desire.

Oh my love! You course through my veins,
Intermingled with what blood remains.
No longer does my heart pump that vital potion.
It crests your love like a ocean waving breaking on shore
Bounding to shore with impassioned force;
Returning to its aortic source.

Oh my love! What a rush
To a desperate sweet school crush
Like a pounding tsunami crashing my hearts desire,
A woman's passions sweating musk from your pores?
Which? I cry to the deaf and mute choir?
True love or unrestrained desire

Oh my love! In which is it filed,
The whimsy of a fickle child
In an immature and intimate embrace
Or in a passionate grace
Enlighten this aortic route.
Swell my love. Erase all my doubt.


By nutbuster