Where root the thoughts that perspire
That feed the spring of rising desire
That stoke a fire to burn
And cast their fervoured glow
Through a cheek to bare
The heated flush of blood
Found beneath a brush of skin
An undeniable pulse of change there in
Flows between senses..
Merging of sight and touch
With sound and the taste of such…
Where void or bathed in light
Feelings manifest from assayed thought
Burnished bright
And assume in wrought attention
An ethereal distillation
Condensing on tought skins
An essence of desire
From a wanton spring of fire
To seep and soak and consume
The appetency of handed absences..
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