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Throes of Love

~~~{ Throes of Love }~~~
For someone very dear to me…

Oh, how I feel the stirrings of fire within my soul…
And in my heart: the drumbeat of thy fairest glory!
For thee, I feel as if my passion is beyond control,
And I long to lie in thy arms, free from all worry.
I was such a timid maid but thou gave me strength,
Showing me that there was a reason, a purpose…
To every breath I take, through time’s long length!
You saw me most truly: the girl behind the surface.
How I pine for thee, until I fear I may go so mad!
Others scorn me for me feelings, but they are true:
Those passions within me, perfect and most glad…
Come to me soon my love, and let our kiss ensue!
I long to melt in thy arms and surrender unto thee.
So many dreams I dare to allow to be given flight,
And to make thee happy I would let them run free.
To hasten to thy side, in time for the coming night!

Oh, to have thee be my lover would cheer me so!
The thought sets me to dance and song most wild,
My skirts flailing about me, as I waltz to and fro…
Imagining thou are my partner wantonly, not mild!
This life I shall be thy princess, giving thee rapture.
Such as cannot be imagined, even in thy fantasies.
Oh thou maiden of my heart, my heart to capture!
I am seized by thy smile, and a-swim in ecstasies.
For two ladies as we to find love so Sapphic fair,
Makes me to swoon, and sets me to this rhyme…
Until, to this storm, I have naught I can compare.
Come to me soon my love, in love most sublime!
I am in the throes of love; touched, by its’ muses.
There is whirlwind blowing my spirit hither, yon…
And I cannot relate it, within these simple verses.
If love were a battle then thou hast sweetly won!

Oh, how I am conquered and I wish not for less!
That I may ne’er again, be lonely for thy charms.
I imagine thy hands upon the folds of my dress…
Thy eyes bright with that glint that thusly disarms.
Greener than ivy is my passion, alive and strong!
And how my bosom heaves at lusty imaginings…
My lips long to be penetrated by thy wet tongue.
And my girlish mind, in mad enchantment, sings!
My waist is lonely without a hand around it now.
And I see thy own, where I wish for it to dwell…
I am caught up in my hopes, asking not the how.
Come to me soon my love, like the tides’ swell!
I long for thy love to crash upon my lonely shore,
Giving life, where once was so much desolation.
Thy love is all I seek, and I would not ask more,
And until it is mine, I shall persist in celebration!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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