There is a bodily desire
I want my body desired
If I give her what she yearns
It will turn into something that she needs
Research in myself to be bodily free
Anything visible allows itself to always change
Can it be logical
Will it be a refurbish of our perception
I bellowed over the city souls that seek longing beside me
We shout so loud heaven can hear us sobbing
although my vision still shows no truth
I wipe my tearing eyes with the expectation that you show the real you
May our souls be released from desires that are infectious
And exchange material that emboldens our integrity
There is a bodily desire
I want my body desire
If I give her what she wants
It will turn into something she needs
Research in myself to be bodily free
Anything visible switching sides I want an unchangeable
