Many have desired my body but mine desires my being.
Many have come and claimed shared belief but mine is berthed right within.
We are joined together, never unsheathed but simply with our organs of speech.
We are combined and complete we see into each other.
There is no one else, in each other’s eyes.
The knowledge of temporary meetings is lost in the desire for forever.
Mine is for me…
How I desire you!
Not in my loins, more than with my heart.
It is a place I have never known.
I seek to speak to it and inquire of where it has been all these days. I indulge my mind in trying to define it.
I fail endlessly.
Mine is for me…
Confident trust, loving pride, peaceful love.
This is all I see
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